A weathered, black-and-white photograph shows a young boy, no older than 10, standing on the edge of a desolate moor, the thick fog rolling in around him. His small frame is draped in a buttoned-up wool coat, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His round face is pale, his expression vacant, as if unaware of the towering figure behind him. A monstrous, gothic beast, its body a twisting mass of shadowed tendrils and jagged bone, looms over him. Two massive, ridged horns curl outward from its elongated skull, and its rows of needle-like teeth part in a silent snarl. The fog seems to cling to the creature’s form, distorting it like a nightmare barely slipping through into reality. The photograph’s edges are stained and frayed, as if the void itself is slowly consuming it.+ use text