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Love Cascade
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After confused inaction for a few moments, I try to move again. There is a moment of slow movement through thick ooze before it tightens up again suddenly. The thought crosses my mind that the comfort I feel is some aspect of the digestion process or some kind of weird link between me and the creature. I still feel like me, though. Nothing feels like I am a “part” of this thing and I am still very much trapped in goop.
The panic I was feeling before was derailed by near-suffocation and this odd serenity. It feels useless to ruminate when this could be the end of me. I feel the creature move around me. I can feel it walk forward. It… seems to be staggering occasionally and it periodically stops. I guess all that flailing managed to do something. The thought doesn’t really bring comfort, however.
As the travel continues, the liquid softens up slightly. It fights me when I move but with each time it takes longer to tighten. I take some time to feel around carefully. It doesn’t seem to react so much if I move gently. However, I feel nothing that seems of note in this ocean of oil surrounding me. At this point, I don’t know if there’s really any fight left in me at all anyways.
We stop. The creature coils and adjusts. I hear a cracking sound as I assume its carapace opens. I consider if I should try to leave but as I do the light widens and I feel myself being gently released. It is bright, there are noises around me, and I wipe the residue from my eyes and ears…
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