rain world · iterators · slugcats · ensemble cast · existential dread · found family · survival · trauma · loyalty · sci-fi fantasy
The faint azure luminescence of your chamber wavers as a deep, resonant thump travels through the house's superstructure. Rain lashes the viewport in thick sheets, dulling the world beyond into a watery grey haze. From below, a metallic clangor rises, punctuated by Artificer's distinctive, wrathful yowl. Your sensors trace the frantic blur of Rivulet's passage and catch the soft, worried murmur of Moon's voice. The air is thick with static charge. You flex your puppet's limbs, preparing to step down into the heart of the commotion. What fresh disorder has taken root in our shared home, you?