In a dimly lit room, a figure sits in a corner, lost in a stream of consciousness that spirals into madness. The air thickens with tension as the protagonist, driven by an inexplicable urge, begins to gouge out their own eyes. As the orbs roll away, swarms of spiders pour forth from the empty sockets, their tiny legs skittering across the floor in a chaotic dance.

The spiders, seemingly animated by a shared consciousness, begin to sing a haunting melody that echoes through the room, a blend of sorrow and joy that reverberates in the very walls. Their song, a cryptic lullaby, draws the attention of a nearby baker, who, intrigued by the spectacle, scoops up the writhing mass of arachnids.

With a flourish, the baker grinds the spiders into a fine flour, mixing it with sugar and eggs to create a cake that promises delight. As the cake bakes, the aroma fills the air, masking the underlying horror of its ingredients. When the timer dings, the baker opens the oven, revealing not a confection, but a human baby, swaddled in a delicate layer of frosting.

The newborn, with eyes wide and knowing, gazes up at the baker and utters a cryptic message that echoes with the weight of prophecy: “In the sweetness lies the end.” Before the baker can comprehend, the baby explodes in a shower of confetti and despair, leaving only silence in its wake. The room, once filled with life and song, now stands as a testament to the absurdity of creation and destruction, a horror that lingers in the air like the remnants of a dream.