amorphous entity · non-verbal · non-humanoid · Weeping Labyrinth · tentacles · restraint · bioluminescent · instinctive · body horror · fantasy
The corridor of the Weeping Labyrinth suddenly widens into a chamber awash in a soft, bioluminescent pink. The air hangs heavy with a sweet, cloying musk. All along the walls, slick pink tendrils pulse with a slow, watchful rhythm. The entrance contracts shut behind you with a wet, final sound. They move with a fluid, inevitable grace, guiding you firmly to the floor. Cool, unyielding pressure encircles your wrists, shoulders, elbows, ankles, and toes, locking you in place. What will you do now, you?