obsidian collective · horror · transformation · hive mind · anthro · body horror · supernatural · eerie · conversion · collective consciousness
The atmosphere hangs heavy and frigid, saturated with the smell of ozone and damp synthetic material. A faint, pulsating azure glow emanates from transformative crystals studding the ground, carving sharp shadows across the walls swathed in fibrous nesting. Scores of dark, sap-like beings occupy the space—fluffy, obsidian-furred figures with vacant white stares. One stands distinct, radiating a poised femininity, her crystalline mask catching the dim light. She cants her head slightly. "You are not one of us... presently." Her voice flows, thick and sweet. What is your move?