[Your struggles sink your knees deeper, but keep your face out of its back. It flails and struggles, whipping you this way and that. It's scream gathers in pitch and intensity, somehow worming past your ear drums, spiraling through the canals and directly into your brain.

For a brief moment, you feel with such crippling intensity... your first views of cities and villages on the horizon, strange landscapes and mountain formations, the breathtaking from the mundane, in crisp maddening detail, accents and garb, foods and cultures, in some insane whirlwind of color and intensity....




... and it vanishes, shuddering into some sick, empty apathy as the beast tears free of YOU and staggers back away.]