The room beyond is deceptively cavernous, too large to reasonably be in the studio, like reality warped so hard here it created something much larger than the building had been initially structured. It's not football field big but it's pretty big, definitely over fifty-feet tall.
They can tell because it's lined wall to wall with screens, all displaying different things. Some display strange patterns or static. Some show emergency broadcast screens. Others display old black and white TV shows. Other screens show scenes of Darlington's residents acting out their tv show existence, nearly indistinguishable from other tv shows.
There is abandoned scientific equipment here.
And flood lights, both suspended above, and on the ground, that look like they were smashed in with giant fists.
And then there is the figure. Lit by a backdrop of televisions. The room is more than fifty feet tall because the being is at least 35 or 40 feet, judging from how tall it looks just sitting down. It sits with its back to them.
It looks far more like an it than a him, skin a strange lifeless grey, its head and body hairless. There is a sense that its not a human body, more like something strange and wizened like that of a troll. Despite not wearing clothes it doesn't look anatomically correct.
There is the vaguest sense of something cordlike in front of it, dangling, but its hard to tell with its back turned. It doesn't look at them as they walk in, simply sitting in place, almost in a pose of meditation, its body swaying slightly, like a child listening to music or daydreaming.
Or trying to comfort themselves. It doesn't turn to face them when they walk in. The TVs on the screen silhouetting it flicker and shows radiating lines of black and white, like the screens in front of it are possibly broken.
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They can tell because it's lined wall to wall with screens, all displaying different things. Some display strange patterns or static. Some show emergency broadcast screens. Others display old black and white TV shows. Other screens show scenes of Darlington's residents acting out their tv show existence, nearly indistinguishable from other tv shows.
There is abandoned scientific equipment here.
And flood lights, both suspended above, and on the ground, that look like they were smashed in with giant fists.
And then there is the figure. Lit by a backdrop of televisions. The room is more than fifty feet tall because the being is at least 35 or 40 feet, judging from how tall it looks just sitting down. It sits with its back to them.
It looks far more like an it than a him, skin a strange lifeless grey, its head and body hairless. There is a sense that its not a human body, more like something strange and wizened like that of a troll. Despite not wearing clothes it doesn't look anatomically correct.
There is the vaguest sense of something cordlike in front of it, dangling, but its hard to tell with its back turned. It doesn't look at them as they walk in, simply sitting in place, almost in a pose of meditation, its body swaying slightly, like a child listening to music or daydreaming.
Or trying to comfort themselves. It doesn't turn to face them when they walk in. The TVs on the screen silhouetting it flicker and shows radiating lines of black and white, like the screens in front of it are possibly broken.