In the depths of the unknown void, a sound echoes, a gurgling noise, as if something is stirring, something that should not be there.

A festering presence seems to permeate the emptiness, as if the very fabric of space itself is rotting, decaying and putrefying, a silent decay that spreads and infects.

Foaming bubbles of a strange substance emerge from the darkness, pulsating and growing, a mass that seems alive, yet dead, a paradoxical nightmare.

Gnawing teeth appear, chewing on nothingness, as if trying to consume the very concept of reality itself, leaving behind only the raw, jagged edges of existence.

As the chaos intensifies, the amorphous substance conglomerates into a shapeless, monstrous entity, a perverse expression of the ultimate nihilism, the horror of the infinite void.