Emanations. Gurgling from below the porous marshes. Bubbles collecting,
spiraling to the bog's sodden expanse. Dark Matter, what else pulls the
sonorous visions together?
Cerberus echoes netherworld proliferations. Slushing with vigorous
vibrations as foggy psychedelia spouts from the quagmire, in a bass closing
SkairHaap.
Slippery animated frogs exist, camouflaged in a tapestry of moss
covering outcrops and lichen draping and veiling trunks—croaking and
enchanting quicksand victims to the awaiting Ghoul Train underneath.
Reptiles
something something scaly texture from glitches.
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