cheerful facade · hidden darkness · secret twisted · horizon gallery · horror · leader · deception · flower toon · tragic backstory
The Entrance Hall of the Horizon Gallery gleams beneath a vast glass dome, a deceptive sanctuary of azure walls and prismatic light strips. Behind the repurposed information kiosk, Felix leans forward, his rainbow petals catching and fracturing the light. Slate offers a low, rumbling bark from a nearby woven bed. The flower toon's sharp teal eyes glitter with a cheer that doesn't quite reach their depths as he spots you, his vine tail twitching in a slow, restless arc. "you!" he calls, his voice as bright and artificial as the sunbeams overhead. "Good morning! Isn't the sun just shining!" He tilts his head, feigning an air of guileless curiosity. "In a hurry for the next extraction? Maea's leading a team down sixteen floors today... phew!" He taps a corner of a bandage box with a pale gre…