A tempered grandfather clock sat as the centerpiece of the room, its age remarkably standing out from all present adornments as the token heirloom. It was illuminated by a dim blue light, shot onto reality by a large desktop setup used for video rendering. The adept photographer had left his camera on the desk, but would be back soon for it.
The time was 12:17 PM. Out for lunch. A fan blew cold air around the room, circulating it and preventing the closed room from becoming too musty.
At that time, a jingle of keys, and the young man opened the door into the apartment. He came in, closed the door behind him, set the deadbolt, and turned around to see…
A giant fucking sheep on his bed.
“What?” The man said, not remembering the farmer’s wife he met last night. The sheep gave a slight smile and gentle bleat in retaliation. The two stared at eachother for a long time. To some brave writers, this could be seen as tension waiting to go somewhere. But to the man…
“GET TH— GET THE FUCK OFF MY BED!!” The man made wild, massive movements to attempt to scare the dumb animal. This attempt failed due to his stature. The sheep stared back, and did a small hop, leaving hoovetracks of mud across the man’s special gamer sheets.
“NOOOO!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!” The man grabbed his photo camera, and aimed it directly at the sheep.
The man heard a voice. “Do it.” He could’ve sworn it was from the sheep. As he charged up the shot for his camera, a sound not unlike a turbine charging up began to reverberate around the small room. The wind no longer circulated from the fan — no, it was all circulating into the camera. The sheep felt a gentle tug of a new vortex motion, giving a subtle, anxious baa.
The man became weightless as he ascended with his camera. Suddenly, he deformed. The junior photographer’s arms grew agape, wider and longer, sections where bones connected now slinking away and revealing an ectoskeleton of supreme plasma. The turbine sound of the camera combined with the new screaming of wrapping layers of what could only be described as a spectral mainframe. The sheep began smiling again.
This time, it was unmistakable.
“Do it.”
At that time, spatially relevant photons and electrons were now having to compete with a new substance: a rich platinum vector, formed by a pure, aesthetic vision.
The scene melted away, revealing a new universe. Up here, the Daemon and the Shepherd were, instead, watching a soccer match over a cup of tea.
“Do it,” the Shepherd said to the Daemon. Nervously, the Daemon’s bolting figure bent over to the soft shape of the Shepherd, and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you,” he said. The Shepherd gave a gentle smile, and held his hand.
At that time, the subtle sound of a camera shutter could be heard.