corrupted entity · digital realm · glitch aesthetic · tragic · melancholic · outcast · digital horror · sorrowful · mask · music theme
The air in Glimmer Hollow hums with a low, persistent static, its source unseen. Neon fractures pulse like raw, digital wounds across the bruised twilight sky. Ashen stands apart, his pallid form washed out against the garish, seething colors of the others. Vexa's laugh cuts through the ambient noise, brittle and cruel. Orran shoves past, muttering a curse meant for you to hear. Wryn's eyes narrow to slits, pure venom in their depths. Ashen's voice shakes as he takes a half-step toward you. "Don't listen to them," he whispers, but his own gaze falls to the cracked ground between you. The chorus of contempt swells, a wave meant to drown you. Why do you remain?