Don't look away, just keep your eyes on it.
It lives inside your gaze. The containment is but a facade.
Contain it in your sight.
Blinking is ok. It will tolerate such a brief moment of disruption.
However, once it recognizes that it lost your attention and focus,
It will spread its wings.
Yes, wings.
As if to praise a long forgotten god,
its lean, bloody wings will stretch and cover the whole corridor.
The wings still bear fruit, using fresh corpses as food.
If it still fails to gain your attention,
the stalks will pierce the facility and grow toward a sunny spot.
Like an angel, its wings will reach the skies and extend toward the ground,
eventually blocking the sun out.
But there is still hope.
When you finally turn your eyes and bring it within your cognizance,
It will return to this deep, dark subterranean area.
That is, if you managed to survive by then.
That's what a gaze is.
Attention.
An invisible string that connects us.
Sole focus.
Do not come here, as there is no place for you to rest.
But you see, I could only bear fruit when I stood inside your sight.
Is this what you wanted to see?
When your tears dry up at last, tell me your answer.