- Joined
- Mar 5, 2018
"In the gloom of an accursed chamber, I beheld a horror that transcended the limits of flesh. It lay there, a grotesque parody of life—a colossal, pulsating mass of quivering flesh, its surface pocked with eyes that blinked in a mockery of life. Each shudder of its vast, blubbery expanse sent ripples of terror through the very air, as if the room itself recoiled from its presence. No limbs, no discernible organs, just an endless expanse of pallid, living tissue, exuding a stench of decay and ancient sins. Its breathing, if it could be called that, was a wheezing cacophony, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of aeons, the very breath of the cosmos corrupted. This blob, this abomination, was not just flesh; it was a testament to the madness of creation, a blob whose very existence whispered of worlds where the laws of nature were merely suggestions, where the sanity of men was but a fleeting illusion. To witness it was to peer into the abyss where all form dissolves into the primal nothingness from which all horrors spring."
-Edit ok, I got that from Grok. Asked it for a short Lovecraftian monologue about a fat blob of flesh.
-Edit ok, I got that from Grok. Asked it for a short Lovecraftian monologue about a fat blob of flesh.