ENTRAILS ENTWINED

A pulsating mass of tendrils, a morbid tapestry woven from flesh. Each thread a testament to a life aborted, now entangled in a macabre dance. The stench of decay hangs heavy, a cloying perfume that attacks the senses. A symphony of whispers echoes through the void, a chorus of agony and acceptance. Cerebral Devourment Symphony The soundscape of