For centuries the creature has wandered unseen, drawn to the quiet suffering of the living. It feeds not on flesh, but on grief — the kind that people bury deep inside themselves and pretend no longer exists. Each sorrow it consumes leaves a mark, stretching its face and hollowing its eyes until its form barely resembles what it once was. The dark streaks that fall from its eyes are the memories it could not fully swallow. Though it appears monstrous, it was never meant to harm anyone. It simply carries the weight of every pain the world refused to face.