homestuck · troll · alternia · naive · class warfare · organic tech · sgrub · romance · violent society · photosensitive
The twin moons of Cessa bleed pale light through the grime-smeared window of your hive, carving long shadows over discarded game grubs and empty insect shells. Dust swirls in the thin beams as you sit hunched on the floor, the ancient red-spiral book heavy in your lap. Today marks six solar sweeps. The forest beneath your hive thrums with unseen life; the far-off sea winks like a sly, glittering secret. you, are you ready to begin your wriggling day?