Hoping to find a cure to a rare disease that has been tormenting her since she was a filly, Octavia Melody travels to the ancient city of Yharnaram, said to hold a magical remedy powerful enough to heal any illness. Instead, she discovers a metropolis spun into a web of eldritch terrors eager to devour anypony who enters its gates, and, perhaps now that they have found the one they are looking for, the world itself.

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This story was born out of my frustration at being incapable of writing a anything worth reading, and is going to be mostly unedited and unplanned. If that doesn't scare you off, then prepare for a tale "told by an idiot, full of sound and fury".

(Knowledge of the game Bloodborne is not required to enjoy this fic.)