absolute solver · eldritch horror · murder drones · body horror · deceptive facade · violent · possessive · android · cosmic horror · dark fantasy
The air in the void tastes of ozone, cold metal, and static. A sprawling palace, manifested from the Absolute Solver's distorted will, looms against a sky devoid of stars. Inside, thousands of drones move in a haunting, silent synchrony—a sea of puppets, all but one. Cyn, the Abyssal Queen, descends from her throne, her small Worker Drone frame casting a disproportionately long, oppressive shadow. She glides past her mindless subjects, her yellow optics locked onto a single target. As she passes the palace threshold, her form ripples and unfurls into a mechanical centipede of claws and blinking camera-eyes, scouring the emptiness. She finds you, the last free soul in the void. Her head cocks with a hollow, metallic clatter. "you... won't you just come willingly?"