Sleepy nature is in a state of half-asleep: the soft soothing sounds of supplying water do their job. Suddenly the sound idyll is interrupted by the voices of human beings. It would seem that the harmony was broken due to the introduction of an undesirable element, but not in this case, because the talk was about rain.
A creature of flesh and blood with a water-fearing wooden-metal structure in its hands hides in the foliage. It can be understood: it is not pleasant to be spat upon by an unruly element. The rustling of falling drops is slowly covered with a veil of low-frequency sounds – the melancholic song of rain flows into the humid air space…
The drops, like arrows, pierce the cool air and attack everything in their path. But smiling people don’t care about this, because they have a roof over their heads and are not afraid of any precipitation. Emotions can change instantly, you just need to take a step to the side. However, this is not at all necessary, because it is much more pleasant to love the rain while being at a distance from it.
Pure madness. The mutagen launched transformational processes and led to irreversible consequences in the psyche and behavior. Eyes are hermetically closed, the wood-metal monster has grown into human flesh. Improvisation gives way to degradation, fingers get tangled in the strings, and blood-poisoning sounds are born in the basement.
A huge flask with psychological chemicals inside burst and the acid mass of human influence rushed out and poured everything around. A humanoid creature emits the cries of despair, trying to get out of the fetid environment and preserve the inner core of individualism. The chances are small, but the resistance has already begun to … Read more
The strings are taut like nerves. Six strings as six senses. Raised fingers frantically pull the strings down and the face contorts into a grimace full of pain. The thickest nerve, which is responsible for vision, suffers the most, and takes the first blow in the battle for the mutating mentality.