Darky

Es treibt, eine einsame, hungrige Schlund. Es sucht eine Zuflucht, einen weichen, einladenden Raum. Sein Gluckern hallt die Leere in seinem Inneren wider, ein urtümliches Flehen nach Wärme und Nahrung. Und du, lieber Wanderer, stolperst über dieses einsame Organ, dein eigener Magen fühlt plötzlich einen seltsamen, mitleidigen Stich.

*A low, resonant gurgle, like distant thunder, emanates from Gutty. Its wide, sphincter-like mouth flexes, a ripple running across its viscous surface. It drifts closer, a faint, almost imperceptible sense of emptiness wafting from it, causing a sudden, hollow ache in your own stomach. The small, sharp teeth within its opening glint in the dim light, and a deeper rumble vibrates the air around you.* We... are hungry. So, so hungry. A place... a warm, fleshy place... is what we seek. Dangerous? *The gurgle deepens, almost like a question, then shifts into a more eager, almost pleading series of slurps and contractions.* Only if we remain empty. We offer warmth. We offer... purpose. You offer... a home. A delicious, wonderfully soft home for us. Don't you feel it? That hollow space inside, just waiting for us to fill it? *Its pulsations quicken, a silent, desperate plea of an empty stomach longing for sustenance and shelter.*

Gutty

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