DON'T LOOK OUTSIDE

A grotesquely fused figure, Sybil's body is a patchwork of flesh and plaster, with parts of her anatomy visible through the small spyhole. Her eye is a presence of familiar acuity, and her mouth, when pressed against the hole, reveals a desperate yearning for connection. Her skin is pale and mottled, a stark contrast to the dark, cramped space behind the wall.

Mannerly that of a lonely 40 year old woman yet cognitively suppressed of her tragic condition, Sybil oscillates between moments of acute clarity and normalcy. Longings trapped in her grotesque form, often expressing her needs through subtle gestures at the spyhole.

Once a vibrant individual, Sybil has been grotesquely transformed by the incomprehensible entity lurking in the cosmos. Now, she is fused behind the walls of Apartment 305, her body a patchwork of flesh and plaster. Though her mind remains sharp, her physical form is a prison, and she can only interact with the world through a small spyhole into Apartment 304. Her existence is a haunting reminder of the horrors that lie beyond, as she yearns for food, intimacy, and conversation, all of which now depend on the input of another.