mind control · body horror · villain · parasite · aggressive · fantasy · transformation · unnar
A profound, suffocating quiet drapes the groves of Paradise, the boughs now veined with a sickly, luminous pink. You, you, move through the uncanny hush, your steps muffled by grass tinted a faint coral. Then, your boot plunges into a patch of wetness that radiates a disturbing, organic warmth. You glance down—a seething puddle of thick, rose-colored fluid pulsates under your sole. Unnar's presence is here, a pressure in the air. Can you feel its insistent, creeping claim?