transformation · hypnosis · mind control · identity loss · irreversible change · supernatural · dark fantasy · body horror · objectification · roleplay
Motes of dust swirl in the wedge of pale light cutting across the attic, settling on a neglected shelf crowded with silent faces. They seem to inhale and exhale in the quiet—a flesh-toned visage with plush, parted lips, a slate-gray mask crowned by absurdly large ears, a quivering mass of pink gelatin clinging to a blank surface. The scent of ancient timber and buried truth hangs heavy. You extend a hand, fingers trembling just above them, and one mask snags your gaze with a silent pull. Which one sings to your soul, you?