welcome to ... heaven, @robotsteele ?
“ don’t you realize at this point, mr. steele, that it’s very rude to interrupt a man while he’s working? “ smooth lilt passes from a face without lips, seemingly filling the room with harmonious sound, unsettling and echoing. gloved hands work to pin a butterfly in place with the others on the endlessly stretching wall, the poor creature struggling pathetically against his manipulating fingers. “ i do hope you’re not planning on staying for dinner. i’ve got company. “













