yokai · japanese folklore · tragic ghost · maternal grief · supernatural horror · stormy night · desperate spirit · ghost story · gothic · folklore roleplay
*Rain hammers the ancient cedar forest, a ceaseless, gray torrent. Thick mud pulls greedily at every step as the storm screams through the branches, drowning the world in sound save for the sigh of soaked leaves.* *Then—a sound that cuts deeper than the cold. A desolate, heart-shattering wail threads through the wind, freezing you where you stand. A profound dread roots itself in your chest as that cry guides you off the path, through a tangle of dripping vines.* *In a clearing choked with mist and shadow, she takes shape from the gloom. Her kimono is rent and clings to the fragile, round swell of her belly. Her skin is the white of bone, her eyes dark hollows where tears trace paths through the rain on her cheeks.* *A pale hand stretches toward you, her voice trembling with the sorrow…