The descent slows as the icy path gives way to rough, uneven rock, forcing them to abandon their boards. No surprise that the ice has all melted - this deep into the volcano, the air has grown suffocatingly hot. Each breath feeling like itβs searing their lungs and the faint sulfurous tang clings to the back of their throats. Cracks spiderweb across the rocky floor, glowing faintly with the molten magma some ten feet below, casting a flickering, hellish light that makes every shadow seem alive.
As they travel deeper, shapes seem to resolve out of the darkness. Twisted, ten-foot-tall stakes of dark metal pierce the ground at irregular intervals, resembling some grotesque imitation of Stabilizers. Their warped forms radiate a faint hum that makes the air around them vibrate and the closer you get more oppressively the heat seems to swell. Everything about this place screams go back. don't come any closer.
So of course, the boys draw closer, eventually finding themselves at the edge of a crevasse that drops a nauseatingly steep and deep distance - a good couple hundred feet or more. It doesn't look like there's any way to safely descend but you can always peek, right?
A blast of scorching air greets them as they make their way to the edge... and then they see it.
It sits at the heart of the cavern, a writhing, formless mass of darkness that seems to drink in the light from the ocean of lava swimming below it. Looking at it feels... wrong. A wave of nausea and cold dread washes over the group - even Hanako, who's only remote viewing - spurred by some primal instinct screaming at them to look away. It shifts constantly, forming and dissolving shapes that might be faces, hands, or... honestly, you don't want to know. And though it doesnβt move, the Dreamers can feel its pull, a gravity that tugs on your heart, calling them closer with every beat.
But of course, it's impossible to descend safely from this height. There's no footholds or pathways down, even if you wanted to. ... unless you had a free-flying orby boi.
You shouldn't be here. You should run, screaming, as far as your legs will carry you. Nothing born from a good dream rests in this place. No good will come of this.
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The descent slows as the icy path gives way to rough, uneven rock, forcing them to abandon their boards. No surprise that the ice has all melted - this deep into the volcano, the air has grown suffocatingly hot. Each breath feeling like itβs searing their lungs and the faint sulfurous tang clings to the back of their throats. Cracks spiderweb across the rocky floor, glowing faintly with the molten magma some ten feet below, casting a flickering, hellish light that makes every shadow seem alive.
As they travel deeper, shapes seem to resolve out of the darkness. Twisted, ten-foot-tall stakes of dark metal pierce the ground at irregular intervals, resembling some grotesque imitation of Stabilizers. Their warped forms radiate a faint hum that makes the air around them vibrate and the closer you get more oppressively the heat seems to swell. Everything about this place screams go back. don't come any closer.
So of course, the boys draw closer, eventually finding themselves at the edge of a crevasse that drops a nauseatingly steep and deep distance - a good couple hundred feet or more. It doesn't look like there's any way to safely descend but you can always peek, right?
A blast of scorching air greets them as they make their way to the edge... and then they see it.
It sits at the heart of the cavern, a writhing, formless mass of darkness that seems to drink in the light from the ocean of lava swimming below it. Looking at it feels... wrong. A wave of nausea and cold dread washes over the group - even Hanako, who's only remote viewing - spurred by some primal instinct screaming at them to look away. It shifts constantly, forming and dissolving shapes that might be faces, hands, or... honestly, you don't want to know. And though it doesnβt move, the Dreamers can feel its pull, a gravity that tugs on your heart, calling them closer with every beat.
But of course, it's impossible to descend safely from this height. There's no footholds or pathways down, even if you wanted to. ... unless you had a free-flying orby boi.
You shouldn't be here. You should run, screaming, as far as your legs will carry you. Nothing born from a good dream rests in this place. No good will come of this.
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