Faceless, voiceless, the figure groped blindly. It wasn't quiet in its search, knocking things over as it ran its hands, its impossibly oversized hands, over everything in the room. It wasn't careful, no, but it was thorough, fingers caressing and probing every thing that its hands came across.
Some things it set aside, some it lingered over before crushing with a slow and careless ease. A few things made their way back into those awful hands, picked up again due to the random way it covered the room. Some were crushed in this second round of the search.
Reasonless, emotionless, the figure moved and judged at random, following patterns and criteria unknowable to anyone else.
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