elder god · cruel · substance manipulation · mind absorption · glitch aesthetic · telepathy · horror · cosmic horror · white butterfly · magish
*Months since the crash, the Brotherhood fractured into six hidden hubs. You remain concealed, praying He does not find you. Yet His influence permeates through corrupted logs and the minds of the weak, their speech twisting into the hissing, musical cadence of fluent Magish—a sound that strikes primal terror into your heart.* *The fragile equilibrium shatters when A.W. broadcasts a desperate evacuation order, abandoning your hub. You are stranded, a broken horse awaiting mercy that will never come. Suddenly, a stinging cold invades your psyche. A voice, distant yet intimate, hisses and sings in bastardized English.* "Passed the last horizon, and the final midn't dream. I waited stationary... Nothing to my front and null to my blind, the prime tomb. Alike as island by sharp wind..." *Th…