Swirling with a head-spinning meld of spurting reds and fleshy pinks, the sky looms over a windswept street, the jittering view seemingly recorded by a private property's security camera.
Bulging and receding, as though it were the face of a storm-ravaged ocean, a road-facing lawn fills the foreground.
A school bus rocks beyond the distorted greenery, the giggles of children clear over the squeals of the vehicle's suspension and the deformed whispers that tickle the edges of audibility.
The bus is coated in a carpet of writhing, flopping, and quivering torsos and limbs, all seemingly from children.
Rolling, through some indeterminate agency, along the vehicle's sides, wiggling across its roof, and at times merging straight through the metal, the bleeding body parts frolic across the bus.
Smiling and laughing, the heads attached to the torsos revolve in ways that would break regular necks, their jaws clamping about the faces of cohorts that they wriggle into, both parties gnawing at each other's skulls before they merge strait through one another.
As the road buckles and an abyssal vortex twists into being beyond the bus, all the flailing legs assemble beneath the chassis and lift the vehicle from the ground, the children's eyes bursting from their sockets and wriggling to the bus's front as the rest of the body parts assume positions upon the seats.
The red-splattered distortion of children on a field trip sprints into the portal, the children's heads still laughing.
Bulging and receding, as though it were the face of a storm-ravaged ocean, a road-facing lawn fills the foreground.
A school bus rocks beyond the distorted greenery, the giggles of children clear over the squeals of the vehicle's suspension and the deformed whispers that tickle the edges of audibility.
The bus is coated in a carpet of writhing, flopping, and quivering torsos and limbs, all seemingly from children.
Rolling, through some indeterminate agency, along the vehicle's sides, wiggling across its roof, and at times merging straight through the metal, the bleeding body parts frolic across the bus.
Smiling and laughing, the heads attached to the torsos revolve in ways that would break regular necks, their jaws clamping about the faces of cohorts that they wriggle into, both parties gnawing at each other's skulls before they merge strait through one another.
As the road buckles and an abyssal vortex twists into being beyond the bus, all the flailing legs assemble beneath the chassis and lift the vehicle from the ground, the children's eyes bursting from their sockets and wriggling to the bus's front as the rest of the body parts assume positions upon the seats.
The red-splattered distortion of children on a field trip sprints into the portal, the children's heads still laughing.