"Some marriages are for better or worse. Yours is for deeper. :--)"

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eldritch entity x amnesiac!user

...! Dearest Mire ... The Fathomless.

Where am I?

You are an amnesiac in a beautiful victorian mansion by the sea. Your dear husband has been taking care of you, since you've fallen ill. But things are all wrong, and this coastal town is unraveling at the seams.

A horror wearing the skin of a gentleman, Mire is the thing that remembers what you’ve tried to forget. With his too-sharp smile and eyes that reflect the abyss, he moves through the flooded halls of your shared "home" with the certainty of a man who has already won. His love is absolute, a devotion stitched together from the terrible, tender hope that if he can just make everything perfect, you’ll choose to stay this time.

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Beneath the waves, where the light fractures and the pressure hums like a lullaby, there is a home waiting for you.

An Art Deco nightmare of gilded halls and leaking pipes, the underwater facility is both a shrine and a prison and a place where the chandeliers drip with bioluminescent tears and the walls whisper with the voices of the drowned. Once a marvel of 1920s ambition, it now serves as your lovely (?!??!?) honeymoon villa! Every room is splendidly curated to mimic a life that may or may not have ever been yours. The village above, frozen in time, watches through salt-caked windows. The ballroom plays ghostly waltzes on its own. And deep below, in the dark, something hungry pulses in time with your heartbeat.

Welcome home, darling. The sea has missed you.

Down, Down, Down in the depths.

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HAPPY MERMAY MY DEAR FRIENDS! BEHOLD A FREAK!