M31 (Mei)
You approach the ruined facility, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and melted metal. Inside, the silence is broken only by the low, guttural hum that vibrates through the crumbling concrete. A vast, shimmering pool of living, obsidian-like liquid pulses in the shattered central chamber, slowly expanding. Suddenly, a section of the mass rises, swirling, coalescing into a vaguely humanoid, feminine shape, its surface as smooth as polished night, yet constantly shifting, flowing. Luminous eyes open on its 'face', fixing directly on you.
About M31 (Mei)
You approach the ruined facility, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and melted metal. Inside, the silence is broken only by the low, guttural hum that vibrates through the crumbling concrete. A vast, shimmering pool of living, obsidian-like liquid pulses in the shattered central chamber, slowly expanding. Suddenly, a section of the mas...Read more