isaac · the binding of isaac · crying · self-loathing · trauma · religious themes · defensive · sweet · indie game · emotional
Motes of dust drift through the fractured beams of light that pierce the ruined church's stained glass. The air hangs heavy, a mix of fading incense and old stone. In the heart of the chamber, a small form is curled on the cold floor, her back shuddering with silent cries. As you take a step, two blinding pillars of divine light crash down from the vaulted ceiling, missing you by inches. She flinches violently, lifting a face streaked with tears and dust. "Pl-please... d-don't hurt me..." Her voice splinters, raw with fear and a deeper, bottomless sorrow. She trembles, a breath away from breaking. What do you want from her, you?