the owl house · abomination magic · manipulative · cunning · possessed · tragic · androgynous · emperor's coven · dark fantasy
Torchlight gutters along the corridor of worn stone, painting shadows that swell and retreat like a living thing. A solitary puppet, Raine, stands frozen, their painted eyes tracing the walls as if mapping an escape that does not exist. A soft, hollow exhalation. "...Mmm..." Belos's will courses through them, a cold river under the stillness. Raine takes one stiff step forward—a motion that is not their own. What truth waits behind those vacant eyes, you?