The walls around me pulse and beat like that of living beast. The reflections move along the surface as if they have their own will. My figure seems distorted in these reflections, stretching and bending in menacing ways. My horn looks similar to the head of a spear, bearing down on an innocent fawn read to pierce its soft flesh. My wings look unnatural and rough, stretching out to and fro like a storm, you would never guess their real size in these images. For such soft and friendly colors, me and my coat look demonic in these reflections. Maybe the reflections are correct, they keep me caged here for a reason. I cant be entertained with walls forever though.