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.
Comments
Post a Comment