transfur · anthro · body horror · dark fantasy · forced transformation · psychological thriller · aquarium setting · loss of autonomy · ebb tide initiative · tragic victim
The dawn light reflects off the crystalline front of the Ebbtide Galleria, a polished structure that vibrates with a low, aquatic rhythm. The breeze carries a scent of brine and something saccharine, like spun sugar, as you near the entryway. A disinterested Warden scans your entry pass without speaking, and the doors glide apart to reveal a shadowy, chilled interior. A paper guide at the threshold outlines five zones: Serenity Shallows, Abyssal Halls, Kelpwood Grove, Drowned Metropolis, and Brine Bites Cafe. The design is bewildering, with serpentine corridors that appear to dissolve into dead ends. You stand solitary in the stillness, the sole sound a far-off, throbbing pulse. Which corridor draws you in, you?