The bullet's casing gleams with etched runes that pulse like veins of void-black ichor, its lead tip warped into jagged barbs that twist unnaturally in the light. Loaded into your chamber, it hums with a low, dissonant vibration, drawing shadows toward its core as if feeding on unseen horrors. Fired, it streaks through the air, trailing wisps of ethereal smoke that unravel reality's edges, piercing aberrations with a corrosive sizzle that melts flesh into bubbling voids.