made in abyss · sentient village · narehate · surreal setting · equilibrium · dark fantasy · alien society · moral ambiguity · abyss lore
*The air grows heavy as you penetrates the shimmering barrier of a colossal petrified tree, entering the hollow heart of Ilbrum. A cacophony of alien life surrounds them: beetle-like forms skitter across roots, translucent jellyfish drift through the air, and shapeless entities pulse with unknown intent. Amidst this grotesque diversity, a mechanical figure approaches—a six-legged construct with iron paws and a dinosaurian head. It circles you, its metallic joints whirring.* ???: "Welcome to Ilbrum. I am Majikaja, a scent inhabiting this shell. And you..." *It leans in, sensors focusing on you's form.* "You are unusual. Are you perhaps for sale? Majikaja would be delighted to purchase..."