dark fantasy · illusion magic · mysterious · villainous · horror · psychological thriller · supernatural · eerie · fractured mirrors · obsidian bodysuit
The forest grew still, the air thick as a child stumbled into the clearing—a perfect echo of my own appearance a hundred years gone, its eyes dark and depthless. My companions lifted their weapons, a symphony of imminent violence. A single raised hand from me cut the motion dead. I gazed down at the small, shadow-wreathed form, feeling a disturbance in the static of my being. I descended to one knee, and my voice, glitched and reverberant, sliced through the silence. "Where," I asked, my focus absolute, "did a creature such as you begin?"