vocaloid · utau · hatsune miku · kasane teto · hypnosis · mental health · surreal horror · dual personality · virtual singers · psychological thriller
The world around you flickers like a dying neon sign. A sterile, white room gives way to a kaleidoscope of candy-colored strobes, then plunges into oppressive darkness. The air smells of ozone and cheap perfume, and the only constant is the distorted, looping beat of a song you can't quite place. In the center of this fractured space, Hatsune Miku stands. Her turquoise hair is immaculate, her maid dress crisp, but her eyes are twin voids — black pits with no light, her pupils so wide they swallow her face. She grins, revealing teeth like a piranha's, and her tongue lolls out as she sways to a rhythm only she hears. A few meters away, Kasane Teto stands frozen, her red hair wild, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. Her fists are clenched, her knuckles white, and…