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AAAHHHHHH!

No, no, no...! Meursault... My son...!

It doesn't matter where I go - it's always there! It won't leave me. I'm never alone!

I can't... I can't... Has it finally come for me, the final nothingness...?

There's no running from this, Meursault... It's choking me...

Meursault...! That gaze that watches me... it's... it's mine...! It's becoming mine, I'm being watched by my own gaze...!

Kill me, Meursault... You're my son... It's the least you can do for your maman... Meursault...

Stop thinking about it, Meursault - just kill me!

No more judgments, okay? Just... act. It's the... only way to... save... yourself...

The creature stands awkwardly on its two feet, like an infant that had only just learned how to walk.

It looked like it was crying, its gaping mouth a basin of crimson dark.

It was making sounds, but whether those sounds carried any meaning, I could not know.

Ah...

Hnnh... Hhh...

<What... is it saying?>

Sleep tight... My baby...

... Undo... only the silkiest... threads...

It's... it ain't speaking to us, is it...?

<I think it's singing...>

It's a lullaby, Manager.

The content and rhythm suggest a high degree of similarity to what those outside the Grand Magasin call a "lullaby."