Distortia

"The minds of mortals are so feeble, so delicate. They are all their own vibrant little worlds. However, what happens when you abandon it?"

For as long as he can remember, the boy has been running from himself. He doesn't recall when exactly he locked the gates behind him - only that when he returns, the world inside is in ruins. Distortia, the realm of his own consciousness, is decayed and empty, shrouded in thick fog and faded memories. A realm originally full of wonder and ambition now twisted by neglect and fear.

The Firsts, ancient and indifferent, still dwell in this place, ruling over the realm with otherwise iron fists. Some offer cryptic wisdom, others challenge his right to return, and a few see him as a new opportunity. But the boy doesn't care about gods or destiny - he only wishes to remember what this world once was and recollect his missing pieces.

Led by strange glowing butterflies and his unwavering curiosity, the boy traverses the unfamiliar landscape to find himself once again, all the while evading a hidden terror lurking in the mist, who's goal is to snuff out the last light the boy carries; a wooden lantern with an everlasting flame.

TW: suggestive/sexual themes, self harm, violence