Moilt

The many-eyed moilt shambles on a tangle of thrashing tendrils, emerging from hollows in the ruins of prior worlds where it takes shelter. Its bloated white body has a bread-like texture that smells of esoteric spice. When it finds lone humans and other creatures of equivalent or greater intelligence, it locks gazes and inserts a psychic compulsion. Those who succumb to the impulse are drawn to the moilt, and the creature offers up the flesh of its body for a few hearty bites. This damages the moilt, but not usually fatally.

Those who eat of moilt flesh are poisoned, and drop unconscious. Those who survive wake with a fragment of memory, vision, or sensation that is usually wholly incomprehensible and often traumatic until it can be forgotten.