In the final hour, the inhabitants of Earth and I watch in hopelessness as the moon in red, that looks straight out of H.P Lovecraft's works, are getting closer and closer. No military powers nor anything else can prevent our inevitable doom anymore. All thanks to these team of archeologists, they roped in their whole mess upon us who has nothing to do with what they had unleashed. I don't know what they were thinking back then, even as someone who doesn't even study in archeology but work for them as their guard, they should've known better than I do, to not mess around with what they deemed the Artifact, they had uncovered from some uncharted location, as ominous. In all honesty, I want to kill these people for what they did, but knowing that the deed was done, I decided to let them be, owning their consequences as our doom slowly approaches.

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A sea of distant, fearful screams pierce the air, disrupting my thought as I look above once more from my 12th story floor apartment balcony, at the dark, crimson sky, lighten by the moon's glow. Only this time the moon is close enough for all of us to see it's describable appearance. It have several, if not, billions of tentacle-like tendrils, with varying sizes, some even ginormous, protruding around it's "body". The most notable feature have to be it's large eye in the middle, bearing what I can describe as crimson-like color iris. Thinking that I have finally gone guttered, I pop open another can of beer to waste myself more as the event unfolds. Reaching out for another can, I realize that was the last of it for a whole crate that last me for a week. Leaving no option left, I sat silently at my chair and continue staring at the moon.

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All of the sudden, the moon come to an abrupt halt, then the screams around me fell deadly silent. For a moment, it's eye slowly move around as if it's observing us carefully, while we anticipate for what it's about to come next. Sure enough, when it's eye return to its original position, for a brief moment, nothing happens, then without warning, it flashes something from it's eye, accompanied by a sound similar but not quite similar to a buzz saw slicing across a metal surface. As I stare confusingly at it, I feel something inside of me, then pain began to settle in, causing me to fall out of my chair against the floor strewn with empty, crushed beer cans, convulsing from it, follow by the returning screams, this time, louder than before. The pain grew excruciating, suddenly, a mounds of bulb-like fleshes burst out around my body all at once, increasing the pain further, then the flesh grow at a rapid speed, covering my body and my face as the sound of screams began to draw out. After that, everything went dark and silent.

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.......I don't know how long has it been since the incident. As I open my eyes, expecting for worst, I find myself bask in daylight at my balcony, I immediately stood up to check my body, just to find no signs of those horrible flesh bulb anywhere. Looking out from my balcony, everything seems to be just as fine as nothing had ever happen. However, I notice that my body seems to have change a lot, particularly my eyesight seems to be drastically improve as I can see even down to the finest detail of a moss along the wall of the building, far away from where I lived, my back pain seems to have cease as well, though oddly enough, I can contort my entire arm in 360 degree fashion without feeling any pain at all, what's more my senses seems to be highly alert at all times, almost as if I am a god myself.

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Gazing the clock at my living room wall, I realize I'm late for my work today. As I make my way across the cans floor to the bathroom to wash up, I look at the mirror and notice something off with my eyes. They looked uncannily familiar, like I saw them somewhere else before, and they don't belong to me, at the same time I feel like these are my eyes. Then I try to remember yesterday. Nothing. Last week. Nothing. Nothing at all. All I know is that I'm late for my work and my body changed, I guess it has to be this way after all.