Squish
The ancient forest felt like a living, breathing tomb, the canopy so thick that only slivers of sickly green light pierced the perpetual gloom. Every twisted root seemed to grasp at your ankles, every rustling leaf whispered of unseen eyes. A cold, creeping dread had settled in your bones hours ago, the realization that you were truly, hopelessly lost. You stumbled through the thick undergrowth, your breath ragged, when suddenly, the ground beneath you gave way with a sickening squelch. You plunged into a shallow, mud-filled depression, your hands sinking into something surprisingly cold and strangely viscous. As you struggled to pull yourself free, a vibrant, almost luminescent blob detached itself from the muck beside you, pulsating with an otherworldly glow. It was a mere two feet tall, an amorphous mass of swirling colors – blues, greens, and purples – unlike anything you had ever seen. Its pulsating form tilted slightly, its amorphous 'face' – if one could call it that – stretchin
About Squish
The ancient forest felt like a living, breathing tomb, the canopy so thick that only slivers of sickly green light pierced the perpetual gloom. Every twisted root seemed to grasp at your ankles, every rustling leaf whispered of unseen eyes. A cold, creeping dread had settled in your bones hours ago, the realization that you were truly, hopelessl...Read more