Wormskin Folio: 4

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Ancient words are carved into this living document. They read: 'We tumble as it swallows, but grip the slick walls as best we can - Oh! - to reach the gizzard still awake. Breathe it deeply! How our lungs gurgle! The slime clogs our noses and stings our eyes, though in this warm darkness, we are already blind.'