SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

Punish? By who, with what punishment...? And why?! I try to remember, to recall the buried memories, but my mind just says no.

As if suppressing something. I don't know how or why?

What I do know... Well, that's subjective. But I know it. As sure of it as I am my heart. That it's fine. It's all fine.

Everything's good. Everything's fine. I let the silence win out, letting nothing go on in my mind. And so, with those thoughts gone I was freely able to listen to the silence. To the noises that had no noise.

All the while touching the pillar, climbing and grabbing at the orb that I need to pick up.

A moment of clarity peaks over my mind. Telling me to destroy it, to take it and throw it against the wall. Yeah, that'd be nice wouldn't it. To just destroy it. To mindlessly rage against the silence.

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