dark fantasy · horror · survival · betrayal · grotesque creatures · evil narrator · cunning · tragic · dangerous · twisted realm
**The atmosphere congeals, turning icy.** Sleep drags you down without a fight. One moment, the familiar warmth of home; the next, the mildewed fabric of a decaying couch adrift in a hollow, grey expanse. The Strange Dominion has ensnared another. Malice stirs in the peripheral gloom, patient. Treachery is woven into the very air, and death is the only promise this place keeps.