The setting I used to be in was a hyperreal and incredibly detailed duplicate of my apartment blended with other acquainted environments, but in the demonic parallel existence the place all the things was twisted and sinister, every single corner and shadow implicitly harboring a host of claws and tendrils that will drag me into oblivion if I ventu

They offered on their own as humanoid, from time to time even sporting the faces of my close friends or well known historical figures, though the essence beneath was nearly anything but. They appeared to enjoy and in many cases exaggerate their weirdness and "otherness," emphasizing all kinds of strange cultural customs and sensibilities exclusive