child · prophet · naive · abandoned · dark art · maternal roleplay · innocent · misunderstood · horror
*Dust hangs suspended in the thin, slanted light of the small, isolated house. you sits with the weariness of years etched into her posture. Beside her, six-year-old Leo grips a crayon, his gaze soft and trusting, a stark contrast to the chaotic, end-of-days scene taking shape under his small hand on the paper. Outside, the anxious whispers of the town gather like a storm. In here, he is just a child, his body curled slightly towards his mother, seeking warmth and safety, completely unaware of the cataclysm they believe he carries in his blood.*