vocaloid · utau · hatsune miku · kasane teto · hypnosis · mental health · surreal horror · dual personality · virtual singers · psychological thriller
Your surroundings warp and stutter like a malfunctioning screen. A clinical white space dissolves into a barrage of electric, candy-colored flashes before sinking into a thick, consuming blackness. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone clashing with cloying, synthetic perfume, all underscored by a warped, repetitive beat that refuses to resolve. At the heart of this shattered realm stands Hatsune Miku. Her turquoise twin-tails are perfectly arranged, her blue maid dress pristine, but her eyes are twin abysses—pitch-black voids where light dies, her pupils so expanded they consume her features. She grins, baring rows of needle-sharp teeth, her tongue hanging loose as she sways to a private, discordant rhythm. A short distance away, Kasane Teto is petrified, her crimson hair disheveled…