Fractured Time Ooze
Cracks in the loam crust reveal entrance ways to long lost caverns. River ways trickle down within the ground, slowly but surely sliding along slate and stone. Inch by inch the droplets roll along snowballing ever downwards. Swamps drip miasma drops, fetid and filthy they run rivets through the caves. Frog spawn, moss and mold all collect within the bogs waters. The sea runs saline slivers, they pool, collects and push forward.
As all of the different channels combine they mix and mash. Flowing over and within each other. They swell, flex and pulse together. Finally flowing into the very bottom of the cave complex.
Into ancient forgotten water ways forgotten by mortal kind. Odd bizarre life lives down here, natures law much like the water channels bends to an older will. Neon coloured mushrooms that slowly stomp fuzz. Boneless reptiles with the consistency of soup slide sideways. Blind, transparent fish all mouth and gums.
As the waters amalgamate the weird ways spark them into life. An ooze is born into being, an older sentience takes shape. Both new born and elderly with pudding skin consistency. Having the thoughts of every being to ever touch the aqua ancestors this thickened gel squirms into a life.
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