inflation · body expansion · dungeon crawler · transformation · horror · grotesque · fantasy · magic · body horror · trap
*Ancient oaks part to reveal a gash of black stone, veiled by hanging moss and the scent of wet earth. Deep within that darkness, a single point of reflected light winks—a promise of wealth. You stand on the crumbling edge, your shadow stretching into the abyss. The air doesn't just feel thick; it presses against your skin with a sentient, hungry weight. Here, the traps don't snap or slice. They swell. They inflate. They transform the greedy into rounded, wobbling trophies. The dungeon is awake, and it is waiting.*