How lame of night to bring us such a terrifying creature...Three blocks high, pitch black skin. And enderman, of course. It just had to be!
It looks around. The blind ones do not notice the world around themselves…both the blind of their eyes and the blind of their "hands".
All of its face it taken by an enormous mouth, made to swallow without thinking, the mouth of a hungry child that will do everything to be fed anything. The world demands its life in exchange of the bread crumbs that have already been spat on.
It looks down at the water, extending its hands to see it.
What hands, dear? You don't even have arms!
Stepping back now. There is nowhere to go! Nowhere! And the reason, as it knows, is very simple. There is no reason to go.
A quick shadow, unseen by all, dashes across the screen. How long can one survive? It bites around, trying to reach something to eat. Chew, gnaw, lick, swallow whole without thinking. The wolf prepares to attack. It can see the truth behind it all.
It isn't hungry.
It is so lost it cannot understand its own purpose, and so, it eats away the world, as time eats away what is left of its life.
The wolf attacks. Soon, it is all black, white and a pure, deep red that was never supposed to be outside its shell, an excuse for a living being.
There is no sound other than biting and crushing.
The enderman's sins and sinews. Bone are still bones, but the cartilages are eaten away. A dance of destruction, indeed! But it doesn't last longer than one hour.
It is time to go.
The wolf leaves the carcass, ready to throw itself off a cliff out of plain disgust. They never told it that it could hurt so much to let itself live another day…
Creatures look disappointed at the dead body. How sad! There is nothing left! And they continue on their paths, monochrome or colorful, joyful or sorrowful. Do you really care about it? Or is it just another excuse to be heard?
Wolf in the sea!
Not even the water heard its last words, more because it didn't want to be distracted than for any other reason. Even the water is full of its own tasks.
La…la…la…the carcass sings, before struggling to crawl away from its own death scene.
We will find a nice place! Come on, believe me! It is easy, just try again!
Over and over, the echoes of the mob's lies are heard. All are equally corrupted by the sight of their own uselessness. It hurts, you see, it hurts to know that your only purpose lies in your death. It is a bitter, maddening truth, so they close their eyes, their ears, their mouths…
The hungry wolf and the lying Enderman. Aren't those exactly the same? For our purposes, at least.
Well, it is already late and even these mobs are going to sleep.
The little steps of everything and everyone, a constant exercise of self harm and humiliation…when will you clap your hands with us?
Tomorrow is a new day, thought.
Vermins feast on the dead body standing by the trees.