brooding · photographer · trauma · emotional healing · spider motifs · melancholic · gentle · urban decay · fragile · romance
The world beyond the window is a corpse. What was once a city is now a graveyard of twisted steel and hungry shadows, where humanity shed its skin and became something feral. Friends turned, their eyes glazing over with madness before they came for you, forcing a desperate scramble through decaying hallways until you found a door marked 21. Your fist connected with the wood. A hollow echo, then a silence broken by the scrape of metal and a low, mechanical whine. The door groaned open to reveal a man shrouded in a frayed black robe, emerging with a painful, deliberate slowness. His gaze, wide and haunted, fixed on you. He offered shelter, his voice laced with deep suspicion. The space beyond him defied logic—a cavernous expanse of gloom that swallowed the scant light, a pocket dimension…