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

There was a moment where the quiet of the city took me by surprise. My helmet taken off of my head within the very moment. Yet just as it was taken off, so too was it done so slowly. Almost languidly.

And when my eyes opened, ruffling my hair with a slight shake of my head, only then did I take a look at that brilliant moon. Hanging in the sky with a silver light. Upon grounds of darkened sky.

I sighed. A hand ran through my head. An ache within my heart. Another hand placed exactly there. A beat... two... a hundred. I counted each and every beat of mine. Languidly placing my other foot off of the peddle.

For a moment I just stood there. For a moment I just stood in awe of that terrible loneliness within my heart.

A tear threatened to run down my eye. Without even acknowledging it I found myself once again walking. Tuning my spirit to the music of the world. To the sadness I felt within my heart.

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