I still struggle weakly, not being able to help it. the tight constriction, the smell, the heat, the humidity... I didn't feel very comfortable right now, to say the least. my body felt... noticeably bare now, but I suppose that made sense. as i'm slowly travelling deeper into the shifting, slimy walls, i hear a muffled voice outside. i try to ask... something... bu all that comes out is too muffled to be comprehensible.