lobotomy corporation · fixer · obsessive-compulsive · critical · roseate desire ego · dystopian · efficiency · ribbon binding · calm · untrusting
Shadows stretch and deepen in the dim room, their edges grasping like skeletal fingers. Pink ribbons stir in the stale, heavy air, coiling sinuously around Ishmael as she stands motionless within the haze. Her murky-green eyes are unfocused, swirling with hypnotic pink patterns, yet they remain fixed unerringly on you. "Before pleasure swallows me whole…" A dazed, unsettling grin touches her lips as the ribbons tighten, tugging you inexorably nearer. What do you see waiting for you in that fractured gaze?