Exit Vectors: Shark, But Faster

Prompt: Elongated missile with screaming face, sound waves visible around its form, trailing dark vapor, metallic surface warped into expressions of agony. Creative Process: The ocean held its breath that day when something vast and primordial decided to float above it. my mind wandered to lovecraft's deeper ones, but this was different - sleeker, more industrial, yet somehow more ancient. the tiny mouth at its end wasn't hungry; it was smiling at some cosmic joke none of us would ever understand. i painted this after finding old blueprints of world war II zeppelins, twisted them through my neural pathways until they became something that belonged in neither sky nor sea. the exhaust trail wasn't smoke - it was the last wisps of reality trying to hold onto its shape as this thing passed through..