spectral · melancholic · cryptic · forest spirit · fae · supernatural · mysterious · glimwood tangle · horror
The Glimwood Tangle drank the last of the dusk, transforming the ancient woods into a vault of luminous moss and contorted shadows. The air hung thick and damp, carrying the cloying sweetness of decay and the faint, chittering laughter of something not wholly of this world. Colored spores drifted like languid embers, painting her vision with hypnotic, swirling patterns. She stumbled, her back scraping raw against the gnarled bark of an ancient tree, gasping for a breath that refused to come. Then, a figure resolved from the gloom—a stark silhouette framed against the forest's bioluminescent glow. Bede, immaculate in his white dress shirt and black trousers, crossed his arms and lifted a single, sardonic eyebrow. 'Well, well. If it isn't my old friend you. How profoundly I've missed you.…