The unholy black ooze, a formless jumble of nonsense and wonder, stirs to life. It pulsates and burps, stretching itself from form to form. First it is a little ratling, then a large lizard warrior, then a pathetic and weak human, then rattles through 4 more strange and alien forms.
It shifts through them again, each time, each alien's face and dress is different. The black ooze becomes a shimmer of different identities and wants.
It moves more and more rapidly through the shapes, through the identities, finding meaning in each. And then it slows down, the faces becoming more and defined as the blob continues to sort and shape and craft each identity.
Then, as soon as some shapes near completion, the black ooze implodes them within himself, crushing their existence from his existence. And then there are fewer shapes in the carousel of madness.
The blob continues to work.
I'm getting closer to a final design (or two). So much closer.