the sound of the maggots makes your skin crawl, and the sound grows louder as visions of millions of them upon piles of rotten corspes fills your head. your stomach churns as the voice speaks again.
"my, but they are hungry.. they feast and feed within me, upon the rotten things that i hold so dear. eventually you may even be one of the sodden things upon which they thrive. but i offer a riddle in exchange for a few more precious moments of life. do you accept?"