MurkMire

Greased halls ways enchanted with fluorescence rock and mud licking fauna terrorised the ravines. Symmetrical lines cross covered the entire emporium. Fundamentals of life; a basic role in an demolished environment kept following monotonously. Undisturbed silence broke down with another glimpse of disturbed silence; it seemed non real. Light was bounded outside its reach, bioluminescence trended along. Blackness was spread, except few adjacent puddles that seemed more black. Moving deliberately, geometrically a shapeless object; it moved. Like a puddle of nothing, it moved over the surfaces frictionless, life; dimensionless it kept moving. The more resemblance given to the surrounding the more deadly it got. These mindless and perhaps boneless beings were everywhere, moving unconditionally towards one direction flooding over every obstacle; living or dead. It was slime.