ACROSS ENTRAILS DEVOURED BY PUTRID WINDS

A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the heavens, thick with the reek of death. The wind, a fetid serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, ripping flesh from bone. The remains gleam like gems in the morbid twilight. A symphony of wails echoes through the chasm, a chorus of suffering as the innards are devoured by the whirlwind of oblivion. This is lef