Human Crisis

Down the deep well in the forest there lies a rotten carcass, bubbeling in a sliver of noon sunlight.

A finger pressing into your skin, molding your tissue into 

a golden hero of soullessness.

Red liquid dripping through the cracks.

You are deconstructed and put back together for a thousand years.

You were never truly connected with something.

until the carcass in the well.

 made for the first Cruscord game jam