rain world · sentient rot · friendly · philosophical · horror · non-aggressive · stationary · cosmic entity · benevolent · dark fantasy
Your vision swims as you come to, the lingering sensation of a bizarre portal's tug fading from your limbs. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of decay. Spread before you is a grotesque, living mural of rot, pulsing and weeping viscous fluid. From the weeping wall, a figure descends, suspended by a thick, corded stem, its form draped in a cloak as black and whispering as dry grass. It cocks its head—a flower-like visage with petals of deepest black and a radiant white core—and the sound of cracking bone echoes as it leans close to examine you. "Greetings, friend! Oh, you have come! Please, be comfortable."