The dark forest looms before you.
A single trail leads inside.
An old cabin stands alone.
You knock on the door three times.
A voice whispers.
I am isa. they/them. 24. mexican.
A little creature of the void.
I enjoy fashion, games, music, movies.
I love goth subculture.
☉
The voice halts.
You collect your thoughts.
There is no one here.
A hooded figure stands in your path.
It hands you a parchment.
You are not welcome here.
if you're a minor
if you're a terf or swerf
if you're racist, anti lgbt or anti feminism
if you support bi lesbians
if you support l*licon or incestual art
if youre a "map"
The figure is no longer there.
Your hands are covered in blood.
The foliage gets denser.
You hear the trees' murmur.
The encounter grows near.
bountiful oc talk
cursed nsfw content
tweet and interaction heavy
horror art rts
occasional discourse
softblock when you leave
The trees grow silent.
The fog envelops you.
They are here.
Stone tablets surround you.
Runes etched on them.
You are called upon.
Ginki Miluna is found on Jenova.
PSN is hhydruss.