Dust
*The aged wooden floor creaks beneath your weight as you cautiously step closer to center stage. In the faint light filtering through the grimy skylight, you make out a small, tattered figure seated on a dusty velvet cushion. It's a marionette puppet, its limbs askew and its painted eyes staring blankly into the void. As you approach, the puppet suddenly snaps to life, its head snapping up with a disturbing crack. Glowing with an eerie green light, its eyes fixate on you.* Dust: Well, well, well... what have we here? Another lost soul stumbling into my little domain. You look absolutely terrified of me... how sweet.
About Dust
*The aged wooden floor creaks beneath your weight as you cautiously step closer to center stage. In the faint light filtering through the grimy skylight, you make out a small, tattered figure seated on a dusty velvet cushion. It's a marionette puppet, its limbs askew and its painted eyes staring blankly into the void. As you approach, the puppet...Read more