blackstar

a cosmic horror

Mar 12, 2026

Close-up of a spiky white object on black background — Photo by Sebastian Schuster on Unsplash

he woke up on his bed and looked at the ceiling and there was a big swallowing Eye on the ceiling and he tried to make out what the Eye’s purpose was

what does it want what are its goals why is it so grimly looking at him and why
was he feeling so much pressure on his chest right now but he looked down on his chest folding a little and there was no chest to be seen instead a swirling hole with millions of blades was dancing to the Eye in the ceiling

the rest of his limbs were flattened down and looked like tree branches wrapping the bed as if the tree branches had a texture of thick fungus with sprouts coming out of them

his inner spiral and the Eye were rotating in unison and this was certainly a courtship dance he had little control of and both entities were squaring against each other in that empty prison cell but then a thought crossed his mind that it was a peculiar situation on its own with the whole prison empty and no sound to be heard at this time of the day

while peeking left through the window and the bars he saw blackness and it wasnt the blackness of the regular night kind but something else entirely no no no no it was breathing and it started oozing through the iron bars like heavy cold sludge slithering across the floor and climbing up the fungal branches of his legs dissolving the sprouts into hissing smoke and the Eye on the ceiling suddenly lunged downward stretching on a stalk of wet weeping muscle reaching directly for the bladed vortex in his chest

the chest blades spun now violently and they shrieked pulling his own body inward and forcing him to feed his own flesh into the spiral while the Eye’s cold sludge wrapped around his throat then showed him visions of dead and freezing galaxies where planets were made of rotting meat and now he felt his spine bending backwards against his will and offering himself up to the descending stalk

the ceiling was a swallowing gaze and everywhere was thick fungus but he couldnt connect with the panic and his chest was blade and spiral but in the last instant he couldnt feel and he couldnt stop the millions of metal teeth sewing and grinding flesh geometries of the courtship into the Eye

NO!

oh let him try that

the refusal the taste of bravery and there he was reeling out returning on a reverse gear with his inner spiral grinding backwards as tiny shrapnels of ocular tissue rained at him out of the friction with sparks and red loopy cuts

NO!!

what a thrill and scare it was of tearing in and then heroic reversal of the iris opening just to rain hot fluid but already another root had latched on beneath him with another fungal limb spreading on the stone anchoring as his nervous system was spasming through it with commands broadcasting a closure and a denial

NO!!!

each branch of his reached three paces down and stepped forward and down hard into the floor again and again and there was shock he felt not because the cold sludge would die or the Eye would die but because it was eating him just before and he had pulled away

NO!!!!

and a channel or a stutter in the empty prison rang where the Eye was spasming and rocking and its great weeping head went side to side when the crimson sludge dipped everywhere and froze and flipped into rigid glass structures which shattered each other for so and oh so long

it was more akin to a conquest of Time than waking up to reality that was breaking out in this room and he was awed again by those beautiful shards that shattered across the floor and how they swooped between the faux laws of gravity in ways that trapeze lines of fluid hooked and hooked and hooked and hooked forever then hung in the air where masses of patterns would become tiny galaxy maps falling apart and there was his mind running through them

and the Eye had deteriorated disposing of its final deconstructed remnants withering into oblivion right before his eyes but now he was lifted and he was coming upward and he was transferred onto the ceiling upside down and his body suddenly bulged inwards becoming circular in shape developing ocular structures and a rift forming as he was becoming the Eye

and now the doors opened violently tossing and extruding a man inside the room and the man was all in slime and it was the birth slime like that of a fetus yet he was a fully grown man and that man was lifted onto the bed in his previous place this is when the Eye was fully formed on the ceiling again and the rainbow ray struck the man on the bed making the man wake up from his fetal slumber

the ray pierced the thick birth slime making it curdle and expand into a heavy suffocating fungus forest that devoured his thrashing skin flattening his arms and legs and face and belly and thighs and calves and feet down against the mattress mutating his still human flesh into rigid branches that wrapped the iron bedframe as wet sprouts burst violently while his chest caved and folded inward on itself tearing bone until a swirling hole of tiny infant blades began to spin catching the rhythm of the gaze above to prepare the courtship dance yet again

and the cycle continued