Prompt:
Imagine a fleshly nightmare: a grotesque humanoid abomination blurring the distinction between technology and flesh. Instead of a head, it has an old, battered CRT television set. The screen flickers and crackles with interference, displaying a disquieting maniacal grin. Eyes on the screen-with the weird bulging, milky blue spheres-inexplicably roll in a frenzy, and a toothy smile, unnaturally wide, spreads from ear to ear, as if to snap shut in a killing embrace. The face keeps on changing, showing anything from clicking insect mandibles to blinking human eyes to a desiccated skull, silently screaming in agony. This sudden metamorphosis makes the creature's intentions utterly unpredictable, only deepening the feeling of grim, unbearable pressure.
Atop the television is a nest of writhing organic tentacles fused with twisted metal, which pulse with the sickly green glow, intermittently extending to bare razor-tipped points oozing thick, rancid fluid that fizzes on contact with the ground. Insect-thin antennae dance in chaotic movement, as if sensing fear in the air, and broken, outdated lenses spew rays of sinister light, scanning the area for signs of life.
The body of the creature is a perverted mix of putrefying organic matter and malfunctioning machines. The torso-a grotesque mixture of naked, rotting flesh slumped with bits of dark, oily fur and cybernetic implants sparkling and leaking black ichor. Adorning the torso is once-elegant, now-filthy Victorian attire, torn to reveal horrific mutations: a second face, silently screaming out from the chest; eyes, erratically opening and closing at the ends of limbs; grotesque, twitching arms growing out of the abdomen, desperately clawing at the air in meaningless supplication.
The arms are long, ending in claw-like skeletal hands that constantly shift shape-sometimes becoming a gnarled branch from a tree, sometimes a serrated metal blade, sometimes a writhing mass of slug-like fingers. Sometimes, these finely etched legs bend back at the knees, giving the unsettling appearance of a predator poised for a leap.
The backdrop is that of chaotic and nightmarish landscape where walls ooze blood and proforms sinister, unstable shadows around the creature. Strange, nonsensical symbols and numbers drift in the air, adding an extraterrestrial, disorienting touch to the whole scene. The atmosphere is thick with cloying fog, carrying a faint sound of distorted, childish laughter, as if the mere presence of this entity were warping reality around it. The overwhelming sensation is pure horror, inescapable to the gaze yet appetizingly nauseating in the sheer monstrosity of this nightmare entity, mercilessly exuded from the darkest, most perverted corner of a feverishly imaginative mind.
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