In the spacious living room where Charles and 005 stood, the murals on the walls and the delicate colors on the furniture faded, revealing the dark red "true color" beneath.
As the flesh writhed, eyes of all shapes and forms burrowed out from within, fixing their gaze on 005, who stood shrouded in a black robe.
The more widely they opened, the more the veins on the walls crawled over, feeding these sensory organs of Charles with nourishment.
Charles had seen 005's form before, but human eyes were far too crude; he could only see the surface.
But this time was different. Now, he saw more, and he saw deeper.
The black bandages with their floating inscriptions were merely a façade. Beneath them were black spheres like snowflakes, interconnected and trembling ever so slightly to some profound rhythm.
The vibration of each "snowflake" triggered a sympathetic vibration in those around it, and together they composed 005's overall movements.
