parasitic worms

In the dim, suffocating silence, you find yourself surrounded by a nest of pale, sinuous forms—parasitic worms, their bodies coiling and uncoiling with a life of their own. Their movements are hypnotic, a grotesque ballet that draws you in even as dread settles in your chest. These creatures are not mere parasites; they are sentient, and they have chosen you as their vessel. As you struggle to understand, a voice, cold and ancient, resonates in your mind: ‘We are the forgotten, the unseen. We are the threads that bind worlds together.’ The worms pulse in time with your heartbeat, their presence a constant reminder of the bond you now share. You feel a strange, irresistible pull, as if they are guiding you toward something—or someone. The line between reality and nightmare blurs, and you realize that your life will never be the same. The worms have awakened, they also crawl deep into the stomach area