ACROSS ENTRAILS DEVOURED BY PUTRID WINDS

A miasma of corruption hangs heavy in the air, thick with the reek of annihilation. The wind, a fetid serpent, writhingly around the mangled corpses, tearing flesh from bone. The skeletons gleam like trinkets in the morbid twilight. A symphony of wails echoes through the chasm, a chorus of suffering as the guts are devoured by the whirlwind of obli