There are no winged creatures. There are no bloodthirsty monsters, no, there aren't even any definite shapes, and that is what scares me the most. They're a pale yellow blob of matter, some thinner than paper and some wider than Earth itself. I see no definite sizes, just too large, too small, too tall, too short. The especially large ones suffocate me, constricting my chest so that I can't breathe, and the especially small ones make my head feel as if it is about to explode. The worst part is when they shrink down or grow to a normal size, and I think that it's over for the night, but hen they expand and expand and expand until I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't see. Nothing frightens me more than that, and I'm left with a single sure fact: nothing frightens me more than that which I do not know.