He can see hundreds of large spiders coating the doors, many of which are ablaze, violet motes of light drifting off of them. A pidgeon flies above, trying to dodge the globs of acid that the spiders are spitting at it. A little further back, a boy stands away from all the spiders. There are presumably more people, it they’ve all been frozen for ages. One spider, far larger than all the rest, seems to be hanging back.
The moment Unnamed steps foot in the Door-Way, the head of every single spider turns to face him at once. They freeze what they are doing, tracking him through sightless eyes but otherwise completely motionless.