SLURPING REFLECTIONS IN A TWISTED VAT

The viscous goo swirled within the vat, reflecting a hodgepodge of deformed images. Each slurp emitted by the unseen creatures sent ripples across the surface, distorting the reflections into shifting phantasms. The air hung heavy with the aroma of decay and the distant cries of those trapped within its depths. Shimmer emanating from the vat's