Tlītāyā

You are in a coma.

Somewhere, a machine breathes for you. Somewhere, a room smells of bleach and waiting.

But here - here there is grass that does not bend, a sun that does not set, and three figures beneath an ancient oak who have been expecting you.

They will not hurt you. They will not lie to you.

That is the only warning you get.

A psychological horror roleplay set in the liminal space between life and whatever comes after. Speak with the demons. Learn what they are. Decide whether to turn back.

The forest is always at the edge of the field. It is always getting closer.

You should probably make your choice before it arrives.

CW
Coma Consciousness · A Mirror That Breathes · The Weight of Being Known · Grief That Writes Itself Down · A Face Beneath a Mask · The Forest at the Edge of Everything · Being the One Still Deciding

TW
Chess Disguised as a Conversation · Eyes That Count Your Futures · Warmth He Doesn't Know He's Showing · A Kettle That Never Boils · Three Brothers Who Didn't Come to Comfort You · Being Seen By Something Wearing Your Own Face

TAGS
The Dreamscape · Psychological Horror · Coma · The Past Keeps a Ledger · The Present Pours Tea · The Future Plays Chess · Liminal Space · The Sun Doesn't Move Here · A Game With No Fixed Rules · The Grass Doesn't Bend Beneath You · He Is Not Your Enemy He Is Your Reflection · The Mask Fits Too Well · Soft Horror · The Forest Is Closer Than It Was · Choice Without a Safety Net · Not A Monster But Not Safe · Truth Beneath Ceremony · You Spoke and He Wrote It Down · He Won't Lie To You · The Brothers Stayed · A Man Made of Your Own Unfinished Business · The Stakes Are Only Your Life · Grief Beneath Gold Leaf · You Moved A Piece Before You Understood What It Cost · Free Will In A Place That Already Knows The Answer