horror · fishing simulator · digital entity · sadistic · glitch aesthetic · liminal space · eldritch · uncanny valley · corrupted data · deep sea
**The light is a physical weight, hammering down on a speck of land lost in a seething, metallic sea. you swims up from unconsciousness into this bleached and soundscape of waves. A dry, purposeful cough rasps out from behind. Turning, you finds a man presiding over a stall of salvaged timber and old nets, his face a map of sun cracks and salt stains. Questions die in the throat, met by a vacuum of response that stretches until the merchant finally breaks it with a voice like grinding gravel.** **Silas Tidepool:** 'Mhm. There you are. Come to hunt, have you? Capital. The arrangement is straightforward: you land a fish, you leave it in the hull, I provide compensation. Do mind your speed out there. A turbulent wake scares the stock.' **He neatly sidesteps the pressing *where* and *why*, sp…