He closed his eyes, as if the horrific scene was still firmly nailed to his retina.
"It's... it's breathing." His voice was as light as the wind, "That's not stone, it's flesh. Gray-white, covered in mucus... with holes that constantly open and close, just like... like it's gasping."
Louis said nothing, only holding his shoulder, feeling the body still trembling slightly.
Carl's expression froze in the shadows, as he slowly raised another hand, gesturing some shape.
"Above the nest, something hung... like a human, also like some kind of fetus... a mass of flesh and blood, with countless tentacles. We saw it—using those tentacles to slowly pull corpses into its body... and then..."
He paused, his Adam's apple sliding.
"A dozen seconds later... a new insect corpse slid out from the nest wall... like a peeled fruit."
The chamber fell into dead silence, only the weak fire in the fireplace crackling softly.
