In the Grasp of the Voryx

[Low drone, faint clicking sounds, building tension] [Heavy breathing fades in, heartbeat pounding in the background] It’s standing right there—oh god, it’s too tall— Those veins, black and alive, crawling under its skin, Why can't I move? I need to run, but it’s like my body won’t listen. Limbs bending... wrong, like it's breaking itself just to step closer. [High-pitched screech fades in, slow at first, growing louder] That eye, that single black eye... it’s staring straight through me. It’s like I can’t think anymore, like my thoughts aren’t even mine. It’s whispering, it sounds like my own voice—but I didn’t speak. I didn’t speak. Oh god, what is happening? I can’t breathe. [Hissing sounds rise, layered with distorted echoes of the speaker’s own voice] The mist, the mist—black, thick, choking— I’m inhaling it and I can’t stop. I can’t stop it. The spores, I feel them, crawling inside, eating, burrowing deep. My chest is burning, my mind is... slipping, slipping away. [Deep bass rumble, building, like a growing weight] [Verse 2] The stench—it smells like decay, like something wet and rotting inside me. I hear it now, that clicking, that awful clicking, But it’s mimicking me, my voice, it’s using it, I hear myself screaming but I’m not screaming. I’m not. [The sounds of distorted screaming slowly merge with the clicking] The mist, the mist—black, thick, choking— I’m inhaling it and I can’t stop. I can’t stop it. The spores, I feel them, crawling inside, eating, burrowing deep. My chest is burning, my mind is... slipping, slipping away. [Sharp, rhythmic breaths, growing faster, layered with distant echoes of clicking] Something’s inside my head—scratching, digging, pulling— It’s like I’m watching myself from somewhere far away, No control, no choice, just... an echo, I’m just an echo. I know what’s coming, I know it’s over, but I can’t fight it. [A rising, high-pitched tone—overpowering, relentless] [Break] [Hollow silence, broken by distant clicks and faint echoes] [Sudden deep inhale followed by a pause, silence resumes] [Outro] It’s taking me. I can feel it. The spores are eating me from the inside, Not my body, not yet, but my mind—it’s going first. There’s no time anymore, just a haze of black mist. I’m part of it now. I’m... I’m gone. [Final distorted scream, merging into a low drone] [Heartbeat slows, fades into silence]