The putrid abomination drifts through the void, its warped body twitching erratically, its wide mouth flaring open and closed as it babbles blasphemous obscenities and deranged nonsense. Blackened ichor-blood drips from its inky eyesockets. Putrid, bruise-coloured, piscine flesh pulses as tainted blood flows through it, clumps of it growing from the once skeletal form of this wretched thing. It takes only a single glance to realise that the mind of this creature is gone, reduced to a broken and shattered mess. A sad fate.

You cautiously approach the thing, not sure whether it is lucid enough to try attacking you with the wicked clawed digits that surmount its twitching hands. Yet, as you draw nearer to the vile aberration, it seems completely ignorant of your existence, its black and blank eyes staring straight through you, probably occupied with some nightmarish hallucination conjured by its fractured mind. At length, you decide to remain at a comfortable distance from the thing, and you manage to pick out nonsensical phrases and words in its maddened ramblings.

Mouths within mouths...chambers within chambers...every shaper needs a surface...serpents crowned in bone...screaming and dredged from depths unfathomable...putrid...sallow...withered...grotesque...abominations...aberrations...

Of course, you can only pick out a few words, since the rest is either gibberish or some abominable language native to these lands and the things that dwell within them.

Inverted husks...unfurling maws...drifting chrysalis...fathomless...dark...cold...depths...true deep...