An oozing liquid was the first thing the man saw. Floating in the strange substance he found comfort and warmth, but he slowly put those thoughts apart as clarity started to return. And with it, unease arrived.

After his senses came back he felt the heat suffocate him as the fluid enveloped his body, causing the man to panic.

He started thrashing against the strange substance, his limbs sluggish, and his movement slow.

He pushed, again and again until finally, he tore through the membrane.

A ripping sound followed, then the spilling of strange liquids as the man tore through the barrier.

He blinked,adjusting to the light, before staring at his surroundings, his breath hitching as he took in a warm unfamiliar air.

Before him stretched a corridor- not one of stone or metal. Instead it seemed to be made of flesh. and pulsated as if it had a life of its own. The passage extended endlessly as far as the man's eye could see before vanishing into the darkness.

"Where am I?"

The man thought before turning back and looking to the thing where he had emerged from. It was a pod that resembled a meaty flower, markings made of unreadable symbols covering its leathery skin.

He tried to reminisce about what he had done to get to this place. But the man couldn't remember and,as his head pounded, he realized he couldn't recall anything. The man's memory was clouded by a thick fog.

He stared at a shallow puddle in front of him in frustration and kneeled as his legs grew weak.

Strangely, after getting out of that pod he didn't stress over being in such a terrible situation.

While wondering, the man looked at his naked reflection. He was young, barely past his twenties. Tall, not particularly well built and skinny . He had brow, messy hair and eyes, with a very ordinary face. He was unremarkable.

Was this really him? The man couldn't remember his visage well, but something about it felt off. His eyes fell on a strange brand placed upon his neck. An eye surrounded by six figures. They werent very detailed though and looked very simple.

The mark felt alien in nature and when the man touched it it was unnaturally cold.

"I need to leave"

The man pushed himself to his feet and started walking towards the passage. There were no answers to be found in this place and he was determined to move forward.

As he journeyed through the corridor the man felt his feet touching the tissue of the fleshy structure, each step making a faint squelch, as if walking through mud.

Fortunately, he didn't need to go through the dark as the walk was lit by some patches in the walls, which seemed to be fluorescent in nature, lighting the corridor in a sickly green.

The tunnel seemed to stretch on and on, but after what seemed like an eternity, something broke the monotony. He saw a door, a massive structure made of black metal.

Excited to have found an exit the man quickly approached the imposing gate with what little strength he had left.

It loomed ahead, dark and ghastly, its touch cold and metallic in comparison to the man's warmth.

Slowly, he reached for the handle…