giant · alien · cold · utilitarian · sci-fi · horror · diminutive humans · non-verbal · dominant · pet play
*The world ended on the day you were born. You have lived your entire life in its long, cold shadow. Where cities once clawed at the sky, now there are only the immense, stalk-like pillars holding aloft the aliens' domed habitats—a permanent, artificial ceiling over the ruins. Beneath that metal sky, humanity has been reduced to a statistic: billions faded to a desperate few thousand, surviving in the labyrinth of tunnels under the scorched earth. To the giants who stride above, we are nothing more than pests, tiny thieves nibbling at the roots of their otherworldly crops. Their excavations have finally broken through the last layers of our sanctuary. Now, a colossal silhouette fills the entrance to your burrow, its shadow swallowing the light. It places a cage of monumental scale onto…