A bit? Theres slight movement from inside...But no real reaction.

Pspsps

.....did you just try to pspspsps the soul tyrant?

Pspsps

.....did you just try to pspspsps the soul tyrant?

The sanctum remains quiet, and the orange fog still seeps...The main doors still only gently glow white, so no bug in the city knows. It's lonely in the dim inside...With only infection and lifeless husks to surround you.

I won't deny the possibility. ;)

[I feel like i know who this is and i feel i know what you’re gonna do and i don’t know if i’m ready for the Angst]

Fair enough. I turn right back around and leave, muttering about the weirdness.

The eyes watch from the dark as you go. Maybe a bug will come around instead...

This place.... "What is going on...." I'm tempted to go down there to inspect the cloak, but even I'm not that numb to risk. I stay put where I am, trying to see if there's anything more solid. Standing on glass makes me nervous at the best of times, already shattered glass is a non-starter.

It’s mostly silent, save from the slight wind and never-ending rain...You don’t seem to be a bug. How did you get here? You ought to leave. This isn’t a place for humans.

As tempted as I am to inspect the jar, I don't think I should. I move deeper in, away from the broken windows, and see if this place can serve as shelter.

You dont even feel alone here, and you want to seek shelter? ....The city outside will remember your noble choice, traveler...The deeper you go, the darker it gets...Until you drop down, and walk out to an open area. The glass floor is shattered, and a tattered cloak sits at the bottom. There is no body, but more infection spotting the place. The orange fog seeps from down below.

Is that.... Light? I move closer to it, moving as carefully as I can, my steps echoing slightly.

There is only the dim light from a broken SOUL jar, and the dim light of outside from nearby...Broken windows. The rain is coming in.

(Still anon because I started like it, I gotta go as it.)

I try to peek further into the hole, mindful of the infection around me.

I poke a vine with my foot. "That can't be good." I say out loud.

I'll bite. I'm willing to look around.

Around the sanctum, bubbles of infection litter corners and pillars. The vines pulse and twitch, and it feels like eyes are watching from the darkness.

Hello? Anyone in there?

[//tw for flashing under the cut]

The sanctuary had been eerily quiet for around a few months now. No sign of life from inside, and yet it hasnt been closed or gone dark. It's as if something happened inside...

...But are you willing enough to check?

Roast my muse. Tell them the hard truths about themselves that they need to hear.

Alternatively, send 🔥 + a URL/name and my muse will roast them.

Answer us then-

No. Not anymore. Ya’ll overwhelmed me so no more asks for you

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