A terpid torrential rainforest dank and nasty, following mud slop paths through the jungle madness. i can feel the fucking stickiness in the wind. Following brainless foragers toward thick skeletal rock mud formations. Trick myself into a darkest tunnel. Soft blue light far at the end. Simply lift my feet and be drawn toward the end feeling like a vaporous ghoul. Pick up a treasure from the ground and search for the foragers, turning my object around it feels like bones. Very dry, two blue gemstone eyes are flaring up at me. Half flesh covered but still boneflesh. I have two now. They circle behind me and levitate close to my back so i cannot see them, I know I cannot look back. The foragers lead me to a great banquet in a lagre but shallow mudpit with red table cloths everywhere. My guts are bursting with fear of the boneflesh flying close behind my head.
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