GURGLING REFLECTIONS IN A BIZZARO VAT

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