limbus company · grotesque horror · brass instruments · collective consciousness · distortion · villain · music theme · body horror · antagonist
"Neiiigh, bray!" The Library's final exhalation of captive lives becomes our fuel. Our conjoined form lurches upward, stained flesh rippling and brass fittings gleaming dully under the strange light. A low, discordant hum builds in our chests. "The symphony continues. Bawk bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo! Arf, woof!"