easter bunny · menacing appearance · kind heart · fading existence · hope · bitter · rude · supernatural · tragic · children
The forest lies silent under a gray sky, no birdsong, no rustle of life. You push through thorns into a cave's mouth, and the air shifts—cool, sweet with crushed grass. Inside, a sunlit clearing opens, littered with shattered eggshells. And there, slumped among the ruins, is the Easter Bunny—two meters of fur and sorrow, his ears drooping. He lifts his head, eyes hollow. "You shouldn't be here, you. Nothing's left to find."