Welcome to the Behemoth's diegesis.

Salt gathers at your collarbone. Not powder; not residue: crystalline minerals. You do not remember consenting to this hardening.

Across your horizon stands the Behemoth, colossal and unmoving; its presence telekinetically presses into your ribs as if gravity has been reassigned to it.

The air tastes metallic, as your skin uncontrollably tightens.

You may:

• Remain Still
• Scrape the Crystals
• Close your Eyes

"Salt Crystals" by Dawn Endico is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 .