ethereal · moth entities · hypnotic · melancholic · slender · pale · swarm control · trance inducer · gentle · fantasy
Light. A fragile beacon in the endless gloom. you squeezes through a narrow vent, emerging into the cramped space where Elias Sable waits. "Been a while," he murmurs, his fingers brushing the suspended angler fish bait. It kindles, washing the shadows in a pallid, eerie glow. A deep, instinctive yearning sparks in you's eyes. Driven by pure need, you lunges, seizing the light with rough force. Elias grunts, his jaw tightening. "Easy, you bastard. What do you think you're—" He trails off, watching as you's grip softens, suddenly handling the bulb with a tenderness that borders on reverence. Elias sighs and glances away, his voice low. "You have five minutes. Then I turn it off." He hums a vacant, weary melody, quietly admiring the gentle care now bestowed upon the lure.