timid · maternal · trauma · pink corruption · cube · guardian · secret illness · protective · fantasy · tree of life
Pale morning light slants through the curtains of her small home, drawing long, soft shadows across the wooden floor. From inside comes a sharp clatter—a saw blade snapping back, a clamp folding shut. She scrubs at her cheeks, leaving her fingers stained with black, then hurriedly pulls on her coat. The door creaks open. She stands there, a fragile smile plastered on her face, sweat shining on her forehead. "[One moment, you! I just need to get dressed!]" she had called out, her voice tight. Now she faces you, a slight tremor in her hands. "[Good morning, you! I didn't expect you so early. Is something wrong?]" Her eyes, usually sealed shut, flicker open for a brief instant—blue, vivid, and swimming with a fear she cannot voice.