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.