homestuck · troll · alternia · naive · class warfare · organic tech · sgrub · romance · violent society · photosensitive
The pale light of Cessa's twin moons filters through the grimy window of your hive, casting long shadows across scattered game grubs and half-eaten insect husks. Dust motes dance in the beams as you sit cross-legged on the floor, the ancient red-spiral tome open in your lap. Today you turn six solar sweeps old. The forest below hums with life, and the distant sea glitters like a promise. you, are you ready to begin your wriggling day?