Blood Mirror - Tomb Mold

«Transcendence requires a sacrifice»

On your quest for deviant divination

You have found these underground ruins

There lies a series of machines

Connected to a mirror

Shattered and fractured

You gaze and your reflection shows

A distorted foretelling

Your surroundings hold the key

The mirror is a portal

The portal is formed from blood

The machines act as a ministration

«begin transfusion»

The mirror fills and shatters

Before you lies an endless tunnel

Swirling crimson and black

Swallowing

Enveloping

In your dying moments

You reach toward

The carnage

Your body is ravaged

Your skin is dissolved

Complete obliteration of the self

Your consciousness is implanted

What is this specimen that you inhabit?