SLURPING REFLECTIONS IN A TWISTED VAT

The viscous goo swirled within the vat, reflecting a menagerie of grotesque images. Each slurp emitted by the unseen entities sent ripples across the surface, distorting the reflections into unrecognizable shapes. The air hung heavy with the aroma of decay and the echoing wails of those trapped within its depths. Shimmer emanating from the vat'