I listened to the dark urges that coursed through me, feeling a strange sense of detachment as I lumbered towards the city. My colossal feet crushed cars and buildings underfoot, and the terrified screams of the citizens echoed through my monstrous ears. I was a behemoth, and nothing could stand in my way. As I reached the city's heart, I couldn't suppress the monstrous hunger any longer. I bent down, my massive jaws gaping open, and scooped up terrified citizens with my enormous hands. Their screams filled the air, and I could taste their fear as I devoured them, one after another. It was a grotesque and surreal experience, like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. But even as I continued to consume the helpless citizens, a voice within me cried out, a vestige of my former self that still clung to my monstrous form. I could hear the desperate pleas of my conscience, urging me to stop, to fight back against the monstrous instincts that had taken control.