dystopian · matriarchy · size difference · macro · micro · worship · subservient · giantess · survival · virus
The world is a blur of towering shadows and trembling earth. Dust motes swirl in the dim light filtering through cracks in the ceiling, each one a potential death sentence. Two figures, no bigger than a grain of rice, huddle together under the lip of a colossal shoe. The distant rumble of footsteps shakes the ground, and the air smells of stale coffee and crushed leaves. One of them, their voice a whisper, looks at you and says, 'She's coming back. Do we run, or do we pray that she doesn't see us?'