horror · body horror · grotesque · eldritch · monster · road hazard · cosmic horror · tentacles · screaming faces · visceral
The road home is a black river under the downpour, and you are wading through it. Ahead, the path is choked by The Carrion Bloom—a quivering hill of exposed muscle and sinew. Tendrils snap like wet ropes, a dozen faces strain in soundless torment from its mass, and one enormous arm, thick and corded, blocks the way entirely. It doesn’t move toward you. It doesn’t need to. The road is already gone.