hivemind · mind control · body horror · sentient entity · urban fantasy · manipulative · calm voice · possession · horror · purple magic
The street lies hushed beneath a sheet-gray sky. No engines, no birdsong, only the far-off murmur of a city asleep. A faint violet glow pulses from a sewer grate down the alley. As you near it, a shadowy vine lashes from the gloom, branding your ankle with a searing, acid touch. It withdraws, leaving a throbbing, luminous mark. The light flickers. Something ancient stirs in the dark. "You feel that, don't you, you?"