Round 377

The walls pulse with each breath, the thick fluid still cascading over our bodies in defiance of gravity. The creature’s eyes never leave us as it speaks, its voice a low purr that seems to vibrate through the very stone beneath our feet. “Of course you trust me, little ones,” it says, its words caressing our minds like silk. “Why wouldn't you? I am everything you've ever wanted, everyth..." The walls around us shift and pulse with each breath, the thick fluid still cascading over our bodies.