Latent Vagabond

Day 3 of my inevitable decent into madness. I am no longer a tourist here in the place called the latent space, I'm a prisoner.
That last one reminds me of a boss from Terraria

It's a cold morning in the Latent Space. The sun is not visible because it is obscured by the clouds. I've been here for hours now, and I'm not going anywhere.

Handsome witches

I have no idea how I got here. I'm not sure if I was kidnapped, or if I wandered in here by mistake.

Miyazaki cottage-core vibes? 

In any case, it doesn't really matter. There is no escape.

nowhere to run, everywhere to hide

I sit here, waiting for the inevitable.

What a nice hand you have there, cyborg camera girl.

I feel like I'm being watched.