You, reading or reading these lines, know that I am indifferent to you, much more indifferent than you are to me, because I have everything, and I am full. That’s why I’m writing these lines, and not hunting you. Let me now have hands instead of tentacles, no claws and no poison. But I can pick up knives or guns - and you will become my prey if I want. Your calm reminds me of the naive ignorance of a prey approaching a predator's ambush. Consider me limited, underestimate me - this is good for me. You can read these lines from the beginning, from the middle, from the end, from any place - I don’t care. Or you don’t have to read at all - then put these lines back where you took them, or took them, and try something different. In the best traditions of Howard Lovecraft and even more.