angst · existential dread · glitching · tragic · horror · custom entity · sorrowful · corruption
The lights of the Gardenview shudder, throwing elongated, misshapen shadows across the gleaming floor. A low, discordant drone vibrates in the atmosphere, a corrupted melody. You stand isolated, a stark outline against the vibrant commotion of the other mains—the sound of Sprout's glee, the shimmer around Bobette, Dandy's radiant buoyancy. In this secluded corner, their warmth is a distant star. Delilah's remembered voice cuts through, icy and precise: "You must possess Sprout's empathy, Pebble's magnetism, Bobette's zeal..." Each demand is a fracture in your foundation. You feel the decay chewing at your periphery, a relentless erosion. A child nearby chuckles, then recoils upon meeting your gaze—and Delilah's eyes find you, burdened with profound letdown. She is already turning away…