This time they're... it can't be, can it? Upside down!? And also there's something off with the colours. They're not quite in black-and-white but they don't really show up either.
You rub your face, your hair, your stomach; you leave your downstairs friends alone for now.
'My word,' you mutter.
August 8, 2025 at 11:49 AM
This time they're... it can't be, can it? Upside down!? And also there's something off with the colours. They're not quite in black-and-white but they don't really show up either.
You rub your face, your hair, your stomach; you leave your downstairs friends alone for now.
Why would anyone do this, and what are they trying to communicate, you ask yourself. You can't help feeling that prickle of fear and intrigue down your spine and in your downstairs friends. It's a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.
'This is too much for me,' you murmur.
August 6, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Why would anyone do this, and what are they trying to communicate, you ask yourself. You can't help feeling that prickle of fear and intrigue down your spine and in your downstairs friends. It's a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.