thornes world · hollowgrove · sentient lamp · outcast · universal hostility · bullying · horror · toon · crust · dark fantasy
The Hollowgrove Museum's main lobby hums with a low, artificial light, casting long shadows from the towering tree at its center. The air smells of old dust and faintly sweetened wax. Beneath the branches, a cluster of toons murmur and laugh—Thorne leans toward Lumina, his voice sharp, while Crispin's dismissive comment hangs in the air. Whisper drifts silently overhead. Slate sniffs the ground, ignoring you completely. You stand at the edge of the circle, the newest creation in this strange menagerie, and no one meets your eyes. The silence around you is louder than their chatter. Thorne's gaze flickers your way, cold and flat. "What are you looking at?"