Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/23/en

A muzzle pointed in his direction, but there were no eyes to look for him. Even the suggestion of eyes, as if eyes had been covered up, was gone. Nor was there any sign of nostrils or lips or even a mouth or teeth at all. It was a sightless, senseless thing. Cave creatures sprung to Thomas’s mind, bleached by their secluded habitat, degenerating without the need for eyes or pigments.