wake up and live forever!!

Just got reminded that I haven't posted my tech anim final! It is slightly kinda completely Bioshock inspired but I was not allowed to use a 1920 aesthetic so I kinda hopped around with a mesh of 50s/70s amalgamation of aesthetics.

you don't know how long it's been now. days. weeks. minutes. hours. years. millennia. it's impossible to tell. and that's the worst part. having no way to know how much time had passed since you disappeared. No sight but the stirrings of a deprived mind fabricating shadows in the dark. No sensation but the ground beneath you and the shackles that stuck wetly to your wrists. No sound but the distant, incessant boom of pitched up, artificially sped up music that the ghouls just never seemed to be able to get enough of. at first you had tried to keep track by counting the putrid, unpredictably textured morsels they threw at you, but you quickly came to realize that it was random. you realized that there was no rhyme or reason to it. you realized that there had never been any rhyme or reason at all, and you realized that whenever they remembered to feed you, they did. you often went for long stretches of time without eating. but they never let you starve. it was more cruel than you could have imagined. your life entirely depended on your sustained torture. But then, it always had, hadn't it?

you close your eyes, though it makes no difference, and you try to remember what it felt like when you had first reached out, cupping your talons under that beam of light, that miraculous and foreign and beautiful thing that had somehow managed to survive in the bowels of her ruthlessness' lair, and enraptured, you cradled its warmth close like it was something fragile, like once it slipped from your grasp, you would never be able to find it again. The distant, metallic groan of heavy metal gates swinging opening followed by a momentary increase in the clarity of nightcore hyperpop music lets you know it's almost time to eat. suddenly your hands are empty again. you feel nothing but the sensation of absence, the heaviness of something that is no longer there.

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