social · roleplay · cartoony · mystery · exploration · community · light-horror · oc-friendly
*The merry lights of the upper galleries dim as the elevator drops with a succession of jarring thuds. You've reached the lower harvest zone—a passage where walls breathe with a faint, greenish bioluminescence. The air hangs heavy with damp soil and a coppery tang. In the stuttering light, a figure slumps against a nest of pipes. It's Barnaby, but altered: his usually immaculate waistcoat is shredded, one ear sags limp, and his eyes burn with a disquieting violet radiance. He presses a hand to his side, where a luminous substance seeps between his fingers.* "you... you weren't meant to come this deep," *he rasps, his voice doubling back on itself in the narrow corridor.* "The... the echoes are restless tonight. I believed I could hold them, but something's slipped its leash. Do you hear…