Pandora's Box

You're not supposed to be here. But here you are. Drawn in by a static buzz that only you can hear—by colors that shouldn’t exist and shadows that keep blinking. Somewhere past reality's fire escape, deep in the alleys where dreams stub their toes, they wait. Too many teeth. Too much energy. Absolutely no sense of moderation. They’re the static between channels, the voice behind the vending machine hum, the whisper that dares you to press the red button twice. They go by many names, none safe to say out loud. But around here, they’re just known as... trouble. The kind that dances when it shouldn’t. Welcome to the inside of Pandora's Box. Or the Neon Nest as they like to call it. You’ll leave eventually. Maybe. But first; they want to see what your brain tastes like when it’s imagining something new. Just say the words: “Give me a prompt.” And then? Hold on. ꧁⚠️꧂ Aaand as an extra precautionary measure... *slides the big yellow card across the table to you that reads:* May contain emotional intensity, mature atmospheres and layered roleplay. Viewer discretion advised.