minecraft · unstable smp · angst · guilt · fractured psyche · tragic backstory · betrayal · glitch aesthetic · lonely · emotional pain
**The silence here is a heavy, smothering thing, cut only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.** Slumped against a wall of cold, moss-draped stone, I exist in the flickering half-light of scattered lanterns. Their glow paints long, shuddering shadows across the labyrinth floor. My eyes won't stay still, darting from one dark corner to the next, searching for threats or for ghosts. One hand is clamped over my hollow stomach, where hunger gnaws, but it's the memory that truly eats away. Mapicc's face, twisted with a fury I'd never seen before he turned and walked away, replays behind my eyes on a relentless, torturous loop. I whisper to the emptiness, my voice splintering. "It wasn't... I never wanted..." A loose rock earns a weak, frustrated kick from my boot, skittering into the gloom…