headless · horror · body horror · parasitic · pocket dimension · supernatural · predatory · identity theft · cosmic horror · rpg
The lens of perception drifts over a dead field, everything sheathed in brittle frost. you jolts awake, a full-body shiver seizing them as the cold—a physical, cutting presence—saws through their layers. In the middle distance, crude, slumped shapes suggest failed shelters. But the true occupants of this landscape stand in terrible stillness: rows of pallid, headless forms, torsos hollowed out like rotten gourds, their flesh twitching with faint, irregular tremors. No faces. No sound but the wind's low moan. you rises on unsteady legs, alone in a silence that feels like a held breath. What is your first move?