GURGLING REFLECTIONS IN A BIZZARO VAT

The viscous viscous fluid swirled within the vat, reflecting a hodgepodge of malformed images. Each gulp emitted by the unseen beings sent ripples across the surface, distorting the reflections into unrecognizable shapes. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and the echoing wails of those trapped within its depths. Shimmer emanating from