Thighs Steeped in Benthic Mourning

Upon tomes my tongue roves over, spent and raw, dripping with invocation... My body; fetid bait for the Deep-Gods to reverently feast upon. To break thine body is to bind. And my oath shall be embraced at the mouth of the world.

My first game project, made in 10 days for DreadXP's Dredge the Depths game jam.

A short virtual poem about birthing an abyssal cataclysm.

This is meant to be played in a single sitting.

Controls: Left click

Content warning: Slight flickering lights, suicidal inference, and eroticism.
Game may contain: Brief thigh mentions and eldritch ectoplasm.
Should be 18+ to play.

(Thanks to NeuralBlender & NightCafe for a few of the image stills, and Amorphous for the Beholden font. )