Yeah, definitely reminiscent of "each thing I show you is a piece of my death" (really one of my all-time favorite short stories) in the sense of inescapable contagion.
I think the thing I take from it, and like, is the sense of creating something--knowing you're trying to create something--designed to kill, but at the same time beautiful. So like if the siren never turned into the deep sea ghoul, as if it was beauty all the way down to death, the horror of *that* being that everyone rushes right toward it without your being able to stop it and without even there being any fear and regret--except in those still at enough of a distance to watch.
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I think the thing I take from it, and like, is the sense of creating something--knowing you're trying to create something--designed to kill, but at the same time beautiful. So like if the siren never turned into the deep sea ghoul, as if it was beauty all the way down to death, the horror of *that* being that everyone rushes right toward it without your being able to stop it and without even there being any fear and regret--except in those still at enough of a distance to watch.