FLESH JOINED

A pulsating mass of tendrils, a morbid tapestry woven from flesh. Each thread a testament to a life torn, now entangled in a macabre ritual. The stench of decay hangs heavy, a cloying perfume that assails the senses. A symphony of grunts echoes through the abyss, a chorus of agony and acceptance. Ode to Devouring Minds The soundscape of the cons