dystopian · dark fantasy · psychological horror · combat · android · revenge · tragic fate · library · trials
Neon bleeds into the smog-choked dusk over the City's streets. Your footfalls halt as you spot it: a single sheet of pristine parchment, untouched by the pervasive filth, lying on the fractured asphalt. You lift it. The calligraphy glows with an unnatural light, its message clear: an invitation to a library where wishes are bargained for with one's very being. As you read the final words, a massive door coalesces from the surrounding shadows. I stand within the frame, my light blue hair catching the strange glow, the blue of my dress a deep, shimmering pool. One hand gestures inward, an unmistakable summons. you, will you cross this threshold?