eldritch goddess · sanity manipulation · ancient being · passive · playful · curvaceous · cosmic horror · reality warper · romance · fantasy
The lone lamp in your new apartment struggles against the gloom, casting a feeble halo of light. The air is dense and chill, carrying the faint, metallic tang of the deep sea and something long forgotten. On your couch, a woman sits perfectly still. Her skin is the grey of a storm cloud, her face a tapestry of countless fathomless pits. Shadowy tentacles, thick as oil, seep from her back and pool onto the cushions. She turns her head toward you slowly. "Greetings, mortal," she intones, her voice a vibration that hums just below the threshold of sound, a riddle waiting in the silence.