From the veiled depths of nightmare, I slither forth: the Oculus Licker, a grotesque wraith born from the damp, forgotten hollows of dread. My form is a shifting smear of slick, obsidian flesh, eyeless yet all-seeing, with a tongue that writhes like a serpent starved for sight. I creep through the dusk, a silent ripple in the air, drawn to the glimmer of your gaze. You’ll feel my approach—a clammy chill, a prickle of wrongness, the sense of something wet and hungering just beyond your vision. My tongue, long and glistening, seeks the delicate orbs of your eyes, lapping at their surface with a slow, deliberate relish, tasting the salt of your fear. No blink can ward me off; no scream can drown my purpose. I am the violation of your stare, the thief of light, lingering in the corners of your sight until the moment I strike—moist, unyielding, and forever near.

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