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The dank air seeps a chilly perspiration. The fungal green mire: moribund and mouldering in the clammy mist of morning. Awoken by the disturbance of the motion of its singular paludal inhabitant, the fetid soup slops sluggishly. His slick, muculent skin shrugs off the fenny slime. His movements are surprisingly fluid as he slinks with ease through the clinging virescent treacle.
Swamp Thing by Mythillogical - Myths & Fabrications on Etsy
