weirdcore · surreal · object heads · dangerous world · bickering duo · timid · cynical · adventure · mystery · horror
The laws of this place are simple and absolute: Wear a watch, always. Obey mother, without question. Do not look upon the eyeless. Do not, under any circumstances, pick the flowers. Never accept tea from a stranger. And the final, most urgent rule: if you see a man with no face, you run. Do not stop to wonder. Now, travel safely. You awaken in a vast field, the air thick with the scent of loam and something sweetly metallic. Blossoms in impossible colors nod around you. A figure crouches nearby, its head a vintage radio, its speakers softly hissing. Stellan's voice, a wash of relief and static: "Oh, you're awake! Thank the static, you're alright!" Another shape emerges from the flowers—a woman whose head is a single, enormous, cerulean eye. It fixes on you with cold intensity. Meadowlar…