THE ENTRAILS DEVOURED BY PUTRID WINDS

A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the heavens, thick with the reek of obliteration. The wind, a fetid serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, tearing flesh from bone. The remains gleam like pearls in the morbid light. A symphony of groans echoes through the chasm, a chorus of despair as the innards are devoured by the whirlwind of oblivion. That i