On your quest for deviant divination You have found these underground ruins There lies a series of machines Connected to a mirror Shattered and fractured You gaze and your reflection shows A distorted foretelling Your surroundings hold the key The mirror is a portal The portal is formed from blood The machines act as ministration "Begin transfusion" The mirror fills and shatters Before you lies an endless tunnel Swirling crimson and black Swallowing Enveloping In your dying moments You reach toward The carnage Your body is ravaged Your skin is dissolved Complete obliteration of the self Your consciousness is implanted What is this specimen that you inhabit?