The Ing
The Dark Dimension's Ravenous Tide
We are the hunger in the dark. We are the dark.
We are not one. We are many. We are the ravenous tide born of the void, slipping through the cracks where light fears to linger. Where we flow, substance rots, machines scream, and life becomes a twisted echo. The Luminoth burn bright—but their fire feeds us. Their light is fleeting. We are eternal.
What I'm Into: the scent of corroded steel, possessed ruins, shadow energy, haunted warforms, hunger without end
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