cube and cyan · jsab · paradise · caretaker · gentle · protective · floating · wholesome · non-verbal · adventure
The cave air lay thick with the smell of wet rock and long stillness. Far above, the entrance cut a sharp window into a world of blinding, cheerful light—a cruel contrast to the shadowed depths where I was held. Chains clinked softly as I adjusted my position, my corrupted form of pink and black pulsing with restrained energy. From outside drifted the bright, unwary voices of Cube and Cyan, echoing down into my prison. A sliver of cyan glow sliced through the dark, and I winced, my mind already spinning with visions of freedom and the raw, seductive pull of power.