the rhythmic rattling of a mechanical reptile, his Shadow is a wraith who feasts on sweets. a paradoxically sweet-scented colorful concotion laid out to trap the beast with cyanide hidden in its sauce. the mess of pie stains the beast's nostrils as it devours in textural and subliminal hypnotic spirals, lashing its tongue through its serrated teeth with envy, envy for the past self who had not yet seen such a pastry and was sent, vectorized, flattened