CASIOPEA

There's something odd about that ship. It's... It's...



That box.

There's a strong, lingering feeling of unease that seems to be eminating from it. It makes it hard to breathe, like it's sitting on top of your lungs. It feels wrong. Like you shouldn't be here. Like it shouldn't be here.

The crew seems to be absolutely oblivious to this. They'll tell you that it's just an old, somewhat pretty chest that a certain guadian took as her charge forever ago. There's nothing out of the ordinary about it.

And they're partially right.

It's not the chest. It's the... thing inside.

It does not show itself to the world. It doesn't want to. It shrouds itself in darkness, trying to hide the fact that it's not from here. That it does not adhere to any rules of anatomy, wherever you count magic into the equation or not.

Thankfully, it seems to be pretty good at hiding it's presence. Perhaps unnaturally so.

Let's be honest, it's not exactly the easiest to exist in a plane that's not your own. A plane that you've been thrown into by force and whose rules you violate and distort just by being there. And then imagine your shock when one of the residents of this oddly restrictive world decides to protect the shell you're hiding in (Or perhaps, you?) with their life.

Thorough the years, the creature has grown oddly fond of all of the CASIOPEAs and their residents. And apart from aquiring a very angry and occasionally stabby guard, it might've had... other effects.

by Blaiddsumu

by gardener