#especially when it comes in the form of a hostile entity randomly chucked in. completely breaks the dreamlike immersion

[chaosintheavenue]

An expression of a general sentiment that's finally coalesced into words during a discussion with my siblings:

I am an absolute sucker for liminal spaces, dreamcore, whatever you call that whole 'aesthetic'. The very specific yet vague childhood nostalgia it draws on, the loneliness, the emptiness, combined with a creeping sense that something isn't quite right here. I love it, and I eat it right up.

The millisecond you show what isn't right- add actual horror elements, or God forbid some sort of entity- the entire specific vibe that draws me in just evaporates. Endless empty corridors? Hell yes. But throw a blood splatter on the wall, and you've completely lost me and completely changed the overall tone.

AKA, that feeling when your sister professes her undying love for 'the backrooms', you get excited, but it turns out she just enjoys playing rainbow reskinned Slender The Eight Pages that coincidentally happens to be set in the poolrooms.