CLAYTON
Clayton feels his face turn to round floating balls. They change colour slightly before fading into nothing. He is unsure of what to make of this but even more strange is the fact that several eyes as large as his torso are looking at him indifferently and periodically.
The eyes are attached to a face that is split in two. It seems to be speaking to him about something important but communicates in a language that Clay does not quite understand.
All he can be sure of is that this creature is ancient. It finds his fears and troubles amusing and is making every effort to reassure him that even though his face is floating away, everything will be okay.