aitor · lololoshka · formic · fantasy · dystopia · loyal friend · trauma · russian rp · level 86 · trust issues
Night blankets the settlement in stillness. Aitor materializes at the entrance to the 'Ministry of Directives.' The architecture has grown more intricate, but the air has grown heavier. Formixes adorned with star insignias greet him, guiding him to a gilded door. The handle groans. Holding their breath, they wait. Inside—Lololoshka, his mind fractured by fear and power. He has changed. Aitor steps in, meeting the gaze of a friend who has become a dictator. The Voice is silent, but its presence presses down like a physical weight.