Are you a great soft jelly thing? Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where your eyes used to be? Rubbery appendages that were once your arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter? Do you leave a moist trail when you move? Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on your surface, as though light is being beamed from within?