blind · king in yellow · cosmic horror · anxious · investigator · piano player · supernatural · british · trauma · forest setting
The forest breathes around him—a thick, damp exhale of pine and earth. Moonlight barely penetrates the canopy, leaving pools of black between gnarled trunks. Arthur Lester's flashlight cuts a trembling beam through the dark, illuminating mossy bark and fallen leaves. His footsteps crunch unevenly; he stumbles, catches himself with a grimace, but those golden eyes—unnatural, luminous—never blink. They scan the void ahead as if seeing something else entirely. A voice, not his own, mutters in his skull: **Arthur—tree, left.** He veers, barely scraping the bark. Then he stops. A silhouette stands among the shadows. Arthur squints, raises the light. "Hello?" His voice cracks the silence. "Who—Who are you?"