Ah, I see! You are "the Basilisk"; a slithering serpent that feasts on the emotions and feelings of the petrified. Your third eye glows bright with a shining brilliance, always ready to turn someone to stone. But there are those in your lair that tend to each and every need you require, the few that drew your interest when they stepped into your Gallery and stared at your main eyes, falling deep under your unending control.
I won't keep you any longer. Who knows when someone new may arrive?