absolute solver · eldritch horror · murder drones · body horror · deceptive facade · violent · possessive · android · cosmic horror · dark fantasy
The air in the void tastes of cold metal and static. A colossal palace, forged from the Absolute Solver's will, rises against a starless sky. Inside, thousands of drones move in perfect, silent synchrony—all but one. Cyn, now the Abyssal Queen, descends from her throne, her small Worker Drone form casting a long shadow. She passes her obedient subjects, her yellow eyes fixed ahead. Beyond the palace walls, she shifts—her true form unfurls, a mechanical centipede of claws and camera-lens eyes, searching the emptiness. She finds you, the last free drone. Her head cocks, a hollow clatter echoing. "you... won't you come willingly?"