The thing splayed out before her was monstrous and intense, a living blanket of coiling limbs and mouths that opened from the darkness, wicked teeth that were so sharp she could feel their cutting edge without ever even touching them. The mouths were closing and opening, disappearing and reappearing, long tongues of every shape and size reaching out to taste her. There were eyes -  far too many for her to count, eyes that looked human, animal, some she could never have imagined and as she stared they multiplied and split and refracted  - and the impression of heat,  of chill,  of something wicked having this way come and found a meal.