Life of Rozyag
"WOMEN ARE THOOOOOOOTTTTSSS"
You bellow with your tiny lungs at the woman, her smile on her face fades and her look of happiness slowly merges into a face of rage and agony. The light around quickly fades and transforms into darkness, the only light being the bright red eyes of your mother, her white dress visible from the sheer power of her rage. Large, illogical tentacles protrude from the back of her body, you cannot see where they start or end as they keep growing outward in odd directions. It is clear she can control there tentacles but you do not know how to deal with it.
You bellow with your tiny lungs at the woman, her smile on her face fades and her look of happiness slowly merges into a face of rage and agony. The light around quickly fades and transforms into darkness, the only light being the bright red eyes of your mother, her white dress visible from the sheer power of her rage. Large, illogical tentacles protrude from the back of her body, you cannot see where they start or end as they keep growing outward in odd directions. It is clear she can control there tentacles but you do not know how to deal with it.