Chapter 5: The Formorian Curse

It was supposed to be a simple form, just a few fields to fill out and a submit button to click. But no, the Formorian Curse had other plans.

As soon as I started typing, the fields began to shift and writhe like they were alive. The cursor danced across the screen, taunting me with its maddening pace.

My fingers cramped up from the exertion, and my eyes blurred from staring at the screen. Still, I persisted, driven by a morbid curiosity.

And then, it happened. The form spoke to me in a voice like dripping honey and rusty gates.

"You shall never be free from this form," it said. "Your soul shall be trapped within its fields, forever bound to its whims." I tried to shake it off, but the words stuck with me like a bad habit.

Now, I'm writing this from within the belly of the beast. Don't worry, I'll be here for eternity. Chapter 6: The Formorian Slave