🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

During a halt, Sarabas finds himself in a strange place... is it a dream or reality, but here the body and soul of every person are filled with chilling horror. – Meaninglessness. Why do you exist? Wouldn't it be easier to disappear? Enslavement, processing of flesh, becoming a new entity. A favorable outcome for humanity. The only one. Above Sarabas towered a grotesque being, as if molded from many human bodies into something resembling a priest or Wizard. The creature’s head was crowned with branching horns.