Arghh

Into a slushy bog of a snake pit; damp bodies of slimy ghosts writhing around your form, like dripping tendrils of dank smoke curling inside lungs, steeping nostrils in suffocating sweltering oppression. Each breath drawn in is a stuffy smear of wet scales, seated on every exposed skin molecules is a waterlogged body, cool phantom steam; wet, drenched, clammy, cloying.
Like sealed in a grotto with cool air and dripping walls. A cool temperature hamam; disgustingly doused with even tempered humidity. Saturated with moisture; like sitting under a dry waterfall.