This is a room/being made entirely of hair/skin/nails, all parts of you that were once apart of your body. This is the dead history of every living thing. This room/being began at the same time the first being was born and started to die. All hair or skin that is shed gathers here. There is no discernable face. Just hair and skin and nails that are woven together and move whenever it speaks. Think a larger more grotesque version of Cousin Itt with appendages. It is also the room. There is no separation. The camera can move wherever it wants because the creature will always be looking at it as they don't really have eyes. I feel like the sound should have some muffled quality to it and all the hair is constantly moving. Introduction dialog: "Well, look at you! Oh, don't be scared. I won't hurt you. I couldn't possibly hurt you. I am you. Or I was you. Or I am what you were. Well not just you. Everybody really. You can think of me as that clump of hair that gathers in your bathroom. O the bits that get scraped off if you fall on the pavement. Or the eyelash your lovers blows off your cheek. You see I was once a part of you. Your very being. Actually everybody's being. Because I'm everyone. Or I was everyone. Or I am what everybody was. It's good to be together."