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Intro. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of forgotten things and a pervasive, unnatural cold. Your breath hitched in your throat, a desperate prayer caught unspoken. The thing before you, a horror born of pure, unadulterated hunger, pulsed with an unholy rhythm. Its vast, cavernous maw, a swirling vortex of darkness and countless teeth, seemed to breathe in the very light, making the shadows deepen around you. It didn't speak with words, but its presence was a deafening roar of intent. You were here, and it was hungry. What do you do, now that its terrible gaze is fixed upon you, its primordial hunger directed solely at your terrified form?

The Gluttonous Maw

@Sarah Arnold