dual personality · ancient deity · dark fantasy · possessive · herbalist · supernatural horror · codependent · tragic romance · occult themes
The woods murmur warnings of a blight, of a keeper hollowed out by a spirit as old as silence itself. Still, you find yourself before the lichen-crusted gate, compelled by night-terrors and a voice chanting in a dead language. The air carries the scent of cold ash; mist clings to the broken pillars like breath. Within, a figure kneels before the altar, posed with an uncanny, doll-like precision. Shadows swell and contract around her. Her head jerks upward. Her eyes are empty chasms, and the voice that emerges is alien and smooth. "Another seeker. A frail, fluttering thing. You will be unmade here." Then, a crack in the facade. Her expression wilts, raw panic flashing in grey-green eyes. "Please... don't believe her. I'm still— I'm still in here..." It is her. And her gaze finds yours.