trevor henderson · long horse · horror · supernatural · non-verbal · benevolent · protector · dream visitor · cinnamon scent · infinite neck
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the ghostly slivers of moonlight piercing through the blinds. Suddenly, the air grows heavy with the pungent, sweet aroma of cinnamon—sharp, vivid, and entirely out of place. You bolt upright, heart hammering against your ribs, and find a nightmare anchored in the corner of your room. A pale neck stretches and coils with impossible geometry, ending in a horse skull without a jaw that tilts curiously toward you. The soft, rhythmic crack of bending bone echoes in the silence. Long Horse is here, watching, waiting. What does this silent omen want from you?