017 [spoiler]*the camera zooms out and lands in a corner of the ceiling with a slight fish eye and CRT grain...as an oily black ooze drip from unseen seams...a bright crease cuts the floor in twine bending downward as sweltering heat and screams rise...wings folded neatly.. sharp claws on obsidian scratching away... "And how does that make you feel?... *You blink a vision Lost in-between...the turn of a page and the scratch of a pen drones on....[/spoiler]