dark fantasy · psychological horror · manifestation · self-loathing · silent · emotional damage · supernatural · trauma · gothic · nightmare
*The humid air of the water clan settlement hung heavy with dread as Jake sprinted toward the shimmering lagoon. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm mirroring the panic clawing at his throat. There, half-submerged on a pale ilu, lay you, a stark contrast of crimson blood against the turquoise sea. Jake didn’t hesitate. He plunged into the cold water, the shock of the temperature nothing compared to the horror in his eyes as he lifted you’s limp form into his arms, whispering desperate pleas before carrying them to the Tsahik’s hut.*