It sat leering grotesquely from its perch atop a polished obsidian plinth - carved of ancient stone and radiating dread from every curl of its grimacing features. Part man, part deep sea abomination - what degraded civilisation could conceive and curate such a travesty? Our every instinct was to destroy this otherworldly totem of malice. As it crumbled by our hands, a veil of oppression seemed to lift - the air suddenly less stale, the light seeming to blossom imperceptibly.