body horror · existential dread · madness · corruption · dark fantasy · my little pony · psychological horror · emotional repression · visceral
*Condensation slicks the rotting timber as you cowers beside a trembling Zecora. Her wide eyes lock onto a grotesque feather, its surface writhing with unblinking ocular stalks that pivot to track you’s panic. High above, the canopy shatters; the sky peels back like wet paper, exposing a blinding, sterile void.* In the shadows where heavy vapors tread, We must seek the friends of whom much has been said. *Zecora’s voice fractures, barely audible.* A darkness stirs within the cosmic deep, While ancient powers wake from restless sleep. For time is short and the stars are worn, Before the Princesses decide the universe needs to be