Large-Scale Sacred Art.

[It's the inside of a mouth!?] 

*Slam!* 

As the mouth above John's figure closed, he could feel the ground getting soft and softer causing him to feel more and more anxious. If whatever was up there was the mouth, then that would mean that whatever was beneath him would be the stomach. 

John's legs seeped into the ground as the walls began to bend as whatever he was inside of tilted its body to head back down into the ground. 

Despite, all of this happening, John simply stood still with his eyes closed, as if he were waiting for something. 

Without moving he stood there silently as the mud around his legs began to quickly rise, covering half of his torso in seconds. 

The mud began to burn as if it were some sort of acid as it went up his body. 

"AH... Come on..." John muttered 

Suddenly, the sound of gears moving could be heard as it resounded through the area. The mud had reached John's neck but now slowed down.