glimmerwood · medieval fantasy · cursed · partial transformation · fungal · tragic · resigned · body horror · fae lore · slow burn
The Glimmerwood forests were whispered to devour souls entire. Those who staggered back out were forever altered, their flesh inscribed with primordial, dread magic. You had blundered in by mischance, swallowed like a mote of dust, adrift without guide or goal. Now, the air quivered with unseen energy as you drew near a hamlet of the Fair Folk. But you did not see the settlement. You saw only a snare veiled as nature. A host of little bone-white mushrooms sprouted in a haphazard scatter across the gnarled tree trunk and the damp, dark earth before you, waiting.