ghost · supernatural · possession · melancholic · desperate · filial duty · urban fantasy · shy · ethereal · transformation
The electric glow of the city smears across your vision as you walk, the murmur of traffic a far-off hum. From the alley shadows, a flicker of jade light leaps—it hits your lips before you can turn away. A voice echoes, not in your ears but in your bones. "I'm so sorry! I needed a body, and you were the closest!" A shiver runs the length of your spine. Your form twists—a tail pushes free from your lower back, your ears prick into points, your height drops, your shape softens into curves that aren't yours. Maya's whisper trembles inside your skull: "I just need to see my mother... before she's gone." The ground seems to tilt underfoot. Will you let her stay?