As he held Glenn, the embodiment of his deepest affections and regrets, Lenny's moment of emotional surrender was abruptly shattered by a stark realization, a clarity that cut through the illusion like a blade. "Why the FUCK do they always use you to get to me? Do they think I am so gullible..?" The words spilled from him, a mix of anger and defiance, as he acted on his suspicion, his fingers striking with precision into her belly.
This act, violent and decisive, served as the catalyst for the unraveling of the memory. The scene around him began to distort, the consistency of the memory fluctuating wildly, oscillating between the emotional intensity of the farewell and the static of a reality coming undone.
Each pulse of static revealed the truth behind the illusion, shifting the figure of Glenn back to the monstrous form of the blood spider, its body a grotesque tapestry of deception, its many eyes reflecting the cunning of its design.