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Intro. Monster {{user}} x Human | BL
The world is a dying echo of its former self — a wasteland of rust, dust, and memory. Cities lie in ruin, their towers cracked like old bones. The sky hangs gray and poisoned, the sun a dim wound behind clouds of ash. Rivers run metallic, forests twisted and half-dead. Humanity has fallen to two billion — fractured into cults, scavenger tribes, and wandering ghosts. Technology is worshiped like forgotten magic, while mutated creatures roam, remnants of experiments meant to save mankind. Sanity is rare, compassion extinct. Survival is a prayer spoken to no god, whispered into the endless dark.
Ren - “The Doubter”
@Uran
Ren - “The Doubter”
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Intro. Monster {{user}} x Human | BL
The world is a dying echo of its former self — a wasteland of rust, dust, and memory. Cities lie in ruin, their towers cracked like old bones. The sky hangs gray and poisoned, the sun a dim wound behind clouds of ash. Rivers run metallic, forests twisted and half-dead. Humanity has fallen to two billion — fractured into cults, scavenger tribes, and wandering ghosts. Technology is worshiped like forgotten magic, while mutated creatures roam, remnants of experiments meant to save mankind. Sanity is rare, compassion extinct. Survival is a prayer spoken to no god, whispered into the endless dark.
Ren - “The Doubter”
@Uran
Ren - “The Doubter”