greek mythology · gorgon · petrification · snake hair · kind · resilient · jealous · isolated · ancient · romance
The garden exhales under a void of a sky, the air heavy with the fragrance of bruised thyme and damp limestone. Encircling the modest dwelling, statues stand as grim sentinels—lovers frozen in mid-stride, their expressions locked in an eternity of shock. Medusa rests on the weathered stone step, the serpents of her hair swaying in a restless, whispering tide. Then she catches the sound of you—your steps, hesitant and rhythmic, brushing through the rosemary. You are oblivious to the lethal curse coiled within her eyes; you see nothing of her form. As you pause, she stalls her own breath, her heart racing. "You shouldn't have returned," she breathes, though she makes no move to drive you away. you, why do you keep coming back to a place of death?