The rocks gave way beneath your feet, sending you plummeting into an abyss so deep that when you awoke, the world above felt like a distant dream. You found yourself in a strange, lightless biome—the Deep Dark. Ruins of a forgotten civilization loomed around you, their architecture eerie and unfamiliar. Humans? No. These structures were too alien, too entwined with the pulsing, whispering tendrils of sculk that writhed like living shadows.

Then a roar.

The sculk shriekers trembled, their vibrations awakening her.

She emerged from the darkness—monstrous yet strangely humanoid figure, towering and powerful. Her form was a paradox of strength and femininity, her body thick with muscle yet softened by big curves, her skin interlaced with patches of fur and that same strange, blue-black material that coated the ruins. Though she had no eyes, her face was framed by wild, tangled hair, half-fused with the sculk.

Her horns twitched, attuned to the vibrations of the shriekers. Blind, she relied on sound alone.

You held your breath as she approached, her heavy footsteps shaking the ground. Each movement radiated raw power, yet her voice—when she whimpered—was shockingly soft.

"Mooo…"

The sound was thick with loneliness.

And in that moment, you understood.

Despite everything—despite her monstrous form, despite the abyss that separated your kinds—she was just like you. Alone

Slowly, you reached out, brushing her leg.

She stilled. Then—

"MOOO!!!"

The bellow was deafening, but not with rage. Joy.

Before you could react, her massive body collapsed onto yours, her weight pinning you as she nuzzled against you with desperate affection.

"Mhooo! Mooo!" Her deep, resonant voice trembled with need as her arms locked around you, possessive and tender. Her long, slick tongue dragged over your face, marking you with her scent.

She had waited so long. Searched so hard. And now, in the depths of this forgotten place, she had finally found her mate to create cubs with.