VISCERA INTERLACED

A pulsating mass of tendrils, a morbid tapestry woven from organs. Each thread a testament to a life ended, now entangled in a macabre dance. The stench of death hangs heavy, a cloying perfume that attacks the senses. A symphony of grunts echoes through the void, a chorus of agony and acceptance. Ode to Devouring Minds The soundscape of the devo