Somewhere in an empty cave was a tank. The walls were riddled with multiple holes that together formed a complex network of tunnels. Although beastly and frenzied squeals could be heard in the distance, the cave and its galleries were resolutely empty, as if they had been forgotten in the midst of all this cacophony.
In the center, there was a basin filled with a thick blueberry colored liquid bubbling gently. In this incredibly deep pool, swam a dozen huge prehistoric snakes with grayish skin and no scales.
One of them, at the bottom of the basin, had a stomach more swollen than the others and his eyelids were slightly drooping, attesting that he was about to have a digestive nap.
Yet, just as he was dozing off, his eyes bulged out, filled with indescribable confusion and distress. The bulge in his belly began to swell and pulsate, the shape of human fists and feet appearing regularly on its surface with a dull thud at each impact.
