Smudged Glass

The sound is wet and palpable. It's the sound of jello thrown against a wall, of the wringing-out of wet and muddy towels, of spit horked out onto the grass. The tunnels twist and turn, but if you're quite observant, you might notice a trail not unlike that left behind by a slug. Only this is much bigger and carries with it a pungent odour of sulphur. Alright, perhaps you don't have to be too observant.