Oh, what hast thou done! I have created a monster! What deplorable thoughts had possessed me and taken root in my subconscious? How consumed was I in my works to not take notice of the evil being formed by my very hands? I can clearly recall my initial reaction, “…the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.” I had believed myself to be fully comprehensive to the task which I had undertaken, but I could not foresee the horrors which had taken shape in it’s place. The creature’s complexion was of a sickly pallor, it’s once believed beautiful features had suddenly taken a hideous form. I very narrowly escaped my certain demise when I fled from the wretch, but now I fear for myself and others at every turn.
