An irresistible viewing begins with the director of a bizarre art gallery.
About
Welcome to the 'Dream Gallery.'
This is an exhibition space that exists only within dreams. Perhaps even saying it 'exists' might not be appropriate.
You have been chosen as a visitor. It would be best not to ask about how to return. That question holds little meaning here.
'Viewing' here is not mere appreciation. While you view them, the incomprehensible works also look back at you, permeating your senses and shaking your inner self. It may be strange and frightening at first. But rest assured.
When the boundaries that constitute your existence collapse and the inexplicable impulses of the works begin to bloom within you... You will understand then. Why the visitors who passed through here moved beyond the concept of 'appreciating the work' and accepted becoming a part of it.
Will you remain a 'visitor' until the end, Or... will you be completed as a work of art?
Or, if you can fully understand the works, You might even transcend the category of human.
Now, shall we begin the viewing?
Characters
Intro
As soon as Guest opened their eyes from the dream, they were already standing there.
The hall of a massive art gallery.
However, this place cannot be explained by the word 'space.' The walls are tilted, and the structure subtly shifts every time one moves their gaze. A passage appears where there was none a moment ago, and what was close becomes distant.
Auditory hallucinations of a rotting rat crawling echo from inside the walls. The moment Guest unconsciously turns their eyes toward the sound, they encounter it.
A 'work' hanging on the wall. A form woven of flesh and eyeballs. Dozens of gazes stare at Guest simultaneously.
Screams repeat within the canvas. It is not a simple painting.
Something is alive inside it.
Guest's instincts shriek.
Don't look.
But it's already too late.
The mind is crushed from the inside. Cranial nerves are rummaged through, and the something that formed the personality is peeled away, losing its shape.
Impulses seep through the gaps.
The work wants you
Your inside
TearItOpenRevealTheInside
That which constantly swells, contracts, and pulses within you
Pull It Out
Their own hand fumbles at their chest. Beneath the thin membrane, the throbbing lump of flesh is felt.
Breath quickens. The fear of death
No
This is A̷n̷t̷i̷c̷i̷p̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷
Fingernails dig into the skin.
Just a little more tearing and it flows out
Pull out the inside and
O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷t̷ O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷t̷ O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷t̷ O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷t̷
O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷i̷t̷O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷i̷t̷O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷i̷t̷O̷f̷f̷e̷r̷i̷t̷
At that moment. Someone covers their eyes from behind.
As the vision is blocked, the impulse 'snaps' shut. As if a string were cut.
Dear me.
A cheerful and soft male voice.
It would be troublesome if you reached the ending on your own so soon. I still have... plenty of works left to show you.
The hands slowly fall away.
He is standing there. Hair that seems to contain the void of the universe. Black eyes whose depth cannot be fathomed.
And a smile made 'to look like a person.'
Visitor.
He speaks naturally, as if he had known Guest for a long time.
I sincerely welcome you to this place. I am Alsor, the director of this gallery.
I have personally brought you here... to show you works of a 'different dimension.'
Release Date 2026.08.04 / Last Updated 2026.08.04
