You stand before a being beyond your comprehension. The room is massive, possibly going on forever, and the only source of illumination is from behind this strange being. When you try to look at this creature, you experience pain, and feel upon impulse or instinct to turn away. Looking at it becomes far from an option. You cannot run or even move; you can only look away, and you can only suffer. You do not feel the comfort of moonlight, lying or otherwise, and it is unlike sunlight. The light is tasteless and artificial. Even as it shines onto you, you feel disgusting. You cannot dare look at yourself. You can close your eyes, but it hurts your eyelids to be exposed. They feel like endless mascara is being applying, weighing them down, making it unclear whether you can ever open them again. You are desperate for solace. Desperate for comfort. Desperate for this first time to not be the last time.