An idea in isolation,
surrounded by swirling clouds
of a dark, fathomless mist.
In the center of inky splatters of darkness
is a pulsing, crimson light,
emitting a soft warm glow
from edges so defined
yet unfocused.
And so the lens must turned
adjusted, and cranked,
until the light comes gradually into focus
and the idea becomes manifest
completed, with fangs and slashing claws.
dragging the mind into its depths.
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