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The world twisted around Cain as he stepped into the wether beast's mind space. It was an unimaginable horror, a realm where the laws of reality had been replaced by the grotesque and repulsive. The ground beneath his boots was a pulsating, fleshy swamp, oozing viscous yellow fluids that clung to his shoes with every step.
The terrain reeked of decay, a nauseating blend of rotting meat and sulfur that made Cain gag involuntarily.
The air was thick and humid, carrying faint whispers that sounded like the cries of the damned. Above him, the sky was a diseased yellow-green, streaked with black cracks oozing a sickly, glowing liquid.
The atmosphere was alive, and Cain felt like he was walking through the bowels of a nightmarish beast.