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i see red, Deep in a cavern, surrounded by jagged, blood-soaked walls, lies the Forgotten Womb. A massive, pulsating mass of flesh, its surface slick with blackened blood and torn ligaments, it breathes—inhale, exhale—in a terrifying rhythm, like a heart beating out of sync. Its form is an amorphous blend of sinew, bone, and membranous skin, its texture changing with every glance. Embedded within the mass are countless white skulls, staring out blankly, their jaws open as if screaming, though no sound escapes. Each pulse of the Womb sends a shudder through the chamber, causing the walls to contract as if they, too, are alive. What grows within is not a child but something far worse—a creature that defies reality, its many arms twitching, claws scratching at the sides of its grotesque prison. Dark veins pulse beneath the surface of the Womb, pumping viscous, tar-like blood into the living walls of the cave, which tremble with anticipation. The smell of decay is overwhelming, and the very air feels heavy, as though each breath brings you closer to becoming part of the flesh that surrounds you. You know that once it is born, reality itself will tear apart, for nothing should survive the Forgotten Womb.