Round 405

Silra's fingers release your arm as she staggers forward into the chamber, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. The walls around them begin to shift and pulse with a sickening rhythm, each surface covered in writhing tendrils that seem to reach out hungrily. The air grows thick with the scent of decay and something else—something ancient and terrifyingly alive. Silra's eyes are wide with fear, but there's something else there too, a flicker of... hunger? No, that's impossible. You stumble back against the wall, feeling its surface pulse beneath your hands like a beating heart. The membrane feels warm and unnervingly alive, your own heartbeat syncing up with its rhythm almost instantly.