The damp puddle on the floor quivers, seemingly from an unseen force. Suddenly, it peels and undulates upward like a flipping bedsheet. Your mind grapples with the realization that the puddle isn't water but a slick, slithery creature, mirroring the color and texture of the surrounding stone. An uncanny blend of mimicry and movement, it defies immediate recognition.
A gray ooze is stone turned to liquid by chaos. When it moves, it slithers like a liquid snake, rising to strike.
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