Relentless Mutation

Inhale. No profits go to those who battle to protect their kind from us. And are they not better off beyond their mortal kingdom of overflown carrion? Sate the acrid hunger in you as you gaze into the drip. Stare into its blacken film and do not take your eyes away. The contents of our inverse alter will mutate your skin and your mind. Breeding ample mental lucre, Far exceeding any other oddity on this curetted old land. Breathe in with your pupils. Then expel the cadence that it gives you. Cast your voice like line and hook, reeling out your deepest fears. Inhale relentless mutation. Eons rendered in one view. Binding your sight to the evermore. One second in its void will evoke a phobia of time. Inhale. All the grim within each thought will echo all throughout the liquid. Its current emanates repulsive imagery. Ludic sanguine orb, heaving sable. Incarnation of every witnesses hallucination raveling and breeding into its hyper kinetic makeup. Relentless mutation in the retinal burrow of A.U.M. Relentless mutation of your mind. Now describe what you see.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Before the sand around the well turned black, There ran a water, clear, forgiving, serene. Like that of any vein or artery, it pressed along its path, up earth, in wait of wither. What should have killed the growth at birth did not. In the rush of wither soon to mimic those who dare engage it. A human host removes the brood without maternal merit for her three stillborn litter. Swelling and pounding its way out her orifice, the surrogate vacantly stabs at her skin pod of spawn. The river's thin surface, like porous blue fabric, absorbed the occurrence. The fetuses carried below. In the mimic well of siren triplets, a crude onyx hatches. In this tale of a godless odyssey. The foreign force reflects the three dead born within its waters. The mimic well of siren triplets feeds the spent young that regrow inside it. Filling, fueling, nursing itself down the throats of the clones like a formula, living and black. A maternal overseer training them to take the image of anyone. Three augmenting in their pit. A triad of ominous gestating replicates. Born together, yet apart. The fluid embedding itself in each one of them. Allocating powers to each uniquely. Making one of skin, one of mind, and one of marrow. Teething on the brick in the well, until growing human bodies, silken, ripe, and captivating. When a hunter (thought to be dead) returned alive, the widow knew it came back not a man. Silk black tar spits from their three young tempting apertures. Leaping from their lustful flesh to gorge on the victim's appearance. Eclipsing the prey's bleeding reflection. Black engaging red, on the furtive stage at the river's edge. Forever burned in the eye of A.U.M they capture this display of the water born's insatiable shifting hunger. Then project this feeding process infinitely, from that moment, on to all those who show a willingness to view it, during their gaze into the drip. The siren's feast, in its pure an ancient state, carries on in timeless kairos. The death and rebirth of the daughters of mutation, echo again and again in the mimic well. The siren's feast, echo again and again in the mimic well. Echo again and again in the mimic well.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The dark horizontal. Ahead, a panting land approaches. Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers mend the distant fraying seams of a violent waters restless bedding. Panic indented in the floating web of wicked mental horrors, thought up by the crew's subconscious fears, come alive to haunt and drain us. The sea is a man that's trying to kill me. The wind is his repugnant voice the air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt, of blood and rot. The sky his mouth. The stars his open sores. The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat. Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal. Imaginable realities constructed out of fear. Mountains unstable and hideous. The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon. A.U.M. sent us to find and retrieve the artifact, in the house of change, where the king came back, through spontaneous regeneration. Reliving Kairos in the king's hell. Becoming the mimics from the triplets well. Exhuming infinity to find a hand. A child made out of teeth, feeding on blood and sand The sea is a man that's trying to kill me. The air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt, of blood and rot. The sky, his mouth. The stars, his open sores. The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat. The sea is a man that's trying to kill me. The sky is his mouth. The stars, open sores. The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for... Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal. Imaginable realities constructed out of fear. A dark horizontal. Flooding the linear land with the sand of its own. In the parallel dunes of its hourglass, we are buried. Mountains unstable and hideous. The guardians of a contorting dimensional paragon. Raised blades of land stab skyward through the oceans skin. Storm winds true their edge to scalp the curve of earth. Peeling off the rind, revealing a house made of living tissue. Yelling out its mouth for me to regenerate, in it. In dark horizontal. Ahead, a panting land approaches. Flaring vibrant coastal glimmers mend the distant fraying seams of a violent waters restless bedding. In this house the disease of dream course in the veins and arteries of the walls. Imagined infections thrive. They blister and breed under the floor. Their many roots are breaking through. Saplings sprout and secure their place. Growing into trunks of flesh and boil. The pillars of man's deepest fears. Enclosing me in a forest of unforgiving mental genesis. I mold this house of clay bacterium, where I sculpt my own organ prison. In this house beyond our time. This house at the end of the earth. The artifacts resting place. A dark horizontal fear. Defying the linear. Lost in this storm and exhausted of options. I crawled to the bow of the boat and leapt off it. The figure head came alive. And it clawed and it grabbed at me. Desperately wailing in agony. Failing to capture my fall. Diving through the fog, through the green and gray. My hands bound together as if in prayer. I cut through the mesh of black liquid surrounding us. Fighting against the live current of thousands of eyes and hands. Miles I swam, through skin and limb. The sea is a man that's trying to kill me. The air, his fouled breath. A stench of salt of blood and rot. The sky, his mouth. The stars, his open sores. The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for meat. The sea is a man that's trying to kill me. The sky is his mouth. The stars, open sores. The shoreline is his jaw, grinding for... Time freezes death inside this altering dark horizontal. Imaginable realities constructed out of fear.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025