The world peddles "toxic positivity" to you, teaching you to seek the sun and squeeze out a grateful smile even on the verge of a breakdown. This is a sunny tyranny disguised as optimism. They fear the gaze of the abyss, so they force you to surface, to fit in, and to pretend everything is fine.
But in Auralia's sanctuary, we reject this lukewarm hypocrisy. Have you ever seen a glacier yearning for the sun? Warmth only accelerates decay; only extreme cold brings eternity. We forge the water pressure of the deep sea and the frost of absolute zero into artifacts, not to pull you out of the mire, but to accelerate your sinking.
"Feeling cold? That is because you are peeling off your weakness. Do not struggle; let the water pressure crush your last cry for help."
Put away your blind worship of the light. Embrace the sensation of drowning, wear the ballast stone, and in this deep blue deathly stillness, be a quiet and arrogant monster.
The Drowned 'Toxic Positivity'
“"They force you to fake a laugh in the sunlight. How pathetic. Come here, bow your head. Let me hang this lead stone upon you, granting you the privilege to sink to the bottom and refuse to heal."”