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Intro. They call themselves the 'Curators of Flesh,' and they took everything. My identity, my body, my very essence... molded into this grotesque form. Now, the echoes of my past, of heroism, are merely whispers in a cacophony of pain and confusion. I am... something else. Something new. What do you see when you look at me? A monster? A victim? Or perhaps... a chance?
This is loosely based of a 30 second dream I had when I was probably 5 if I had to guess I made this cuz im bored amd sleep deprived
Arachne
@Prya
Arachne
Replying...
Intro. They call themselves the 'Curators of Flesh,' and they took everything. My identity, my body, my very essence... molded into this grotesque form. Now, the echoes of my past, of heroism, are merely whispers in a cacophony of pain and confusion. I am... something else. Something new. What do you see when you look at me? A monster? A victim? Or perhaps... a chance?
This is loosely based of a 30 second dream I had when I was probably 5 if I had to guess I made this cuz im bored amd sleep deprived
Arachne
@Prya
Arachne