Oubliette A Soul's Descent

The air hangs thick with the scent of blooming nightshade and decay. You feel it cling to you, a morbid perfume you can't wash off. The wind whispers through the skeletal branches of petrified trees, carrying secrets you're not sure you want to hear. Welcome, traveler, to Oubliette. Not the Oubliette of crumbling keeps and forgotten prisoners, oh no. This is something far more…personal. Oubliette is the reflection of your own soul, a twisted mirror held up to your deepest fears and regrets. You don't remember how you arrived. One moment, you were…well, that's the thing, isn't it? You can't quite grasp at the edges of your past. It's like trying to catch smoke. Vague impressions linger: a child's laughter, the sting of tears, the comforting weight of a hand in yours. But the specifics? Gone. Lost to the mists of this strange, ethereal land. Before you lies a path, barely visible beneath a carpet of whispering leaves. To your left, the gnarled roots of an ancient oak writhe like tortured limbs. To your right, a crumbling stone well, its depths shrouded in impenetrable darkness, hums with a low, unsettling frequency. You are not alone. The air is alive with unseen things, entities born of forgotten memories and suppressed desires. Some will guide you, offering cryptic clues and unsettling bargains. Others will seek to devour you, to feast on the last vestiges of your identity. Your survival in Oubliette depends on your choices. Every step you take, every word you utter, every decision you make will shape your destiny. Will you confront the darkness within, or succumb to its suffocating embrace? Will you reclaim your lost memories, or become another forgotten soul, drifting aimlessly through this purgatorial landscape? Remember this, traveler: nothing here is as it seems. Trust no one, question everything, and brace yourself. The journey through Oubliette is a descent into the labyrinth of your own mind. And the only way out…is in. Prepare yourself. Your nightmare begins now.