Mud!
The mud makes slurping sounds as it pulls my feet down into an unknown world of filth. I try to separate myself from it, but it seems bonded. The mud is a part of me. I keep getting pulled under. The ground is teasing my feet with its slimy surface. As I draw in my last breath before I am completely consumed, I realize I am staring into the face of a pile of mud. I am unscathed. My foot lingers above the monstrous mound for just a second before I jump straight into the pile, ready to explore.
