At first, nothing matched. I tried phrases like “mud column wall hotel,” “strange cocoon structure indoors,” “dried nest on hotel wall.” The results were useless, full of unrelated images and vague explanations.
My husband started joking to lighten the mood.
“Maybe it’s modern art,” he said. “You know, hotel aesthetic. Minimalist horror.”
I gave him a look, but I admit, I laughed nervously. It helped a little. For a few seconds, it became just an odd object again instead of something unknown and possibly alive.
But the feeling didn’t fully leave.
