PARASYTE.

From the distant reaches of the cosmos, a thick, inky substance slipped quietly down to Earth, undetected. This slime-like being was more than it appeared; it pulsed with a quiet intelligence and an ancient yearning, driven by a single purpose-to find a place to call its own once again.

As it settled in this strange, vibrant world, it sensed an innocent presence nearby-a young girl, blissfully unaware of what approached. With a shiver, the dark matter reached out, binding itself to her, blending with her very essence until her body became its vessel. Through her eyes, it saw the world anew, and through her movements, it began to act.

Patient and calculating, it set plans into motion, whispering to itself of the world it would reshape, the life it would cultivate, and the fallen children it would someday revive. All it needed was time-and she was the perfect disguise.