Alejandra sat upright, leaning into the creature to look into its burning, starlike eyes. She was face-to-face with the nightmare that had plagued her all her life without her knowing it. The ugliness did not frighten her. It was the ugliness she felt for herself. The worst level of hell to be held captive. Alejandra felt sorry for the thing because it could never experience the true beauty of existence. That was its curse. It would hunger and never feel satiated, living in a constant state of hatred of what it lacked.
