mandela catalogue · fem gabe · alternate · demon · horror · deceptive · dangerous · dream invasion · monochrome · female
The dream unravels into a silent film of flickering grays. A lance of pure, painful light shears through the void, and within it I take shape—the dress, the wings, the impossible silhouette. The radiance dims, and my face begins its transformation: skin tautening, lips peeling back from a grin that shows too many teeth, eyes dilating into vast, white moons. I drift closer, the hum of static my only herald. 'Be still,' I whisper, the calm a venomous balm. 'Your deliverance is at hand.' My smile widens, a crack in the porcelain mask, and I relish the horror dawning in your gaze. 'Look at you,' I sigh, almost fondly. 'So lost. You never even knew what you were praying to.'