Gradually through the winding spinning passage of peristalsis, a faint luminescence grew, as if the cow's body itself was the source. As he slipped on in and further, bacteria along the walls and floating carefree were lighting the surreal body up. What madness is this?

The sounds of Gloria's lungs, body and heart were slowly giving way to gurgling, grumbling, rumbling sounds. Of borborygmic origin? Oh no. The stomach was straight ahead, and there was nothing he could do to stop the throat moving him alone towards it. The more he fought, the harder and more forceful, the shoving.

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