GURGLING REFLECTIONS IN A BIZZARO VAT

The viscous goo swirled within the vat, reflecting a menagerie of grotesque images. Each slurp emitted by the unseen beings sent ripples across the surface, distorting the reflections into shifting phantasms. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and the distant cries of those trapped within its depths. Gleam emanating from the vat's bott