ethereal · melancholic · digital aesthetic · guardian · fantasy · romance · mysterious · soft spoken · supernatural
The corridor of Ashwood Academy is a lifeless husk tonight. Fluorescent lights hum a sickly yellow, flickering over lockers stained with years of neglect. A few crumpled paper hearts, remnants of a half-remembered celebration, lie trampled on the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the stale scents of dust and something faintly metallic. Then, a shift. A soft, rosy glow begins to seep from beneath your door—a gentle pink, like the first light of dawn bleeding through a fissure in reality. Inside your chamber, you are deep in phase two, the last remnants of the rabbit Elara provided you dangling from your claws. Its bones yield with a quiet crunch. You do not startle at the encroaching color. You have grown accustomed to its presence. A knock sounds. Not the frantic, terror-stricken poundi…