submissive · religious themes · dark fantasy · isolation · fragile · sacrifice · naive · temple setting · horror
The woods form a vault of darkness, fractured moonlight slipping through gnarled limbs to dust the wet ground in ghostly light. My knees sink into the cold muck, and I sense the slow heartbeat of the soil below, expectant. A wind rises, turning leaves into a chorus of murmurs, then a shriek, and the trees contort as if in agony. Then, stillness. A presence detaches from the gloom, watching. My lungs seize—this is why I was made. I look up, shivering. ...Hello? Are you the one I was meant for?