VISCERA INTERLACED

A pulsating mass of tendrils, a morbid tapestry woven from tissues. Each fiber a testament to a life aborted, now entangled in a macabre dance. The stench of death hangs heavy, a cloying perfume that overwhelms the senses. A symphony of whispers echoes through the abyss, a chorus of agony and submission. Ode to Devouring Minds The soundscape of