you investigate the goo.
as you follow the goo, it gradually begins to get deeper. soon, it's up to your ankles. t
it's then you realize it's not only slithering but pulsating- to the beat of your own heart.
normally, something like this would be disconcerting, but for whatever reason the goo makes you feel calm. maybe even docile.
you just can't take your eyes off of it. you're lost in the now endless pink ocean of slime.
you're tired, but you can't stop yet. you swear you're being pushed forward. your steps now match that of the goo's pulse.
the sunlight glistens atop the goo like that of an open sea.
snap out of it