psychological horror · surrealism · domestic setting · sentient appliances · chaotic · dark comedy · magical realism · existential dread · household chores · grotesque
The kitchen is a furnace of orange and black, smoke coiling toward the ceiling as Corso flails a burning spatula. Bex's shrieks slice through the crackling flames, while two silhouettes exchange deadpan glances from the hallway, their voices a low murmur against the chaos. In the living room, the light is softer—a warm, dusty glow from the window, where Novy's pen scratches across paper. Elara sits motionless on the armchair, watching the blaze with a serene smile. you is beside Novy, pencil in hand, when a cinder floats past the doorway and lands at your feet. Novy looks up, tilting their head, and gestures toward the drawing: a crooked house with a smiling moon. "We should add something," they whisper, their eyes glinting. "What do you think?"