When I looked toward the door, something along the far wall moved. It was a limb. An arm. I followed it up its length. There stood a shape over twelve-foot-tall standing behind the shelves covered in the same sheet as Mr. Dinosaur wore previously. Behind it was a reflective black surface like vertical oil and all poked throughout were winking suns glowing pink, blue, green, bleeding light and sucking it right back in. Every sun was a bleeding mouth and inside each mouth was a seething ball of knotted bodies and each pore in each body was a mouth that tried to tear and bite the one next to it.
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