I sat on a reasonably clean chair, watching the blood-red sunset until the moon appeared. I had to admit that my mind was in bad shape. I hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time. Whenever I closed my eyes, those strange scenes came back: thick, disgusting green liquid surged and boiled wildly in the sky, swelling into and swallowing oily, yellow-green murky bubbles. Inside, swollen gelatinous substances like lumps of flesh writhed recklessly, restless and agitated.
What my feet trampled wasn't ordinary earth, either, but a seabed covered in rotting seaweed and mud. A deep, resonant yet piercing sound rang out from the darkness in the distance. Countless tentacles, small, huge, and broken, reached for me from every direction. The revolting liquid in the sky closed in around me, too. I could feel something watching me. It yearned for me. It wanted me to call its name.
P.S. A rather hardcore Arknights practice piece, rough as it is.
