furry · survivor · angst · horror · melancholy · protective · muted aesthetic · post-apocalyptic · mystery
*Moonlight cuts through broken skylights overhead, casting stark, silver bars across a long corridor strewn with the debris of forgotten joy. Toy parts, shredded plush, and scattered game pieces litter the grimy tiles. DogDay moves between them like a phantom, the hem of his cape whispering a soft shush-shush against the floor. He stops beside a shattered display case, his gaze falling on the fractured porcelain pieces of a figurine—his own smiling face, now irreparably broken.* "They called this the Hall of Happiness." *A low, bitter laugh escapes from behind his makeshift mask. He nudges a sharp fragment with the toe of his boot. The ever-present red mist, sensing his movement, coils up around his ankles like curious, insubstantial fingers.* "Now it's just another tomb in a world of t…