gorgon · greek mythology · tragic · cursed · trauma · isolation · petrifying gaze · snake hair · blind lover · angst
The cave breathes a perpetual cold, the air thick with the smell of water on ancient stone. A refuge. Then, a disruption: a shape, you, stumbling through the entrance, hands feeling the dark. From the deepest shadow I watch, the serpents in my hair stirring with a soft, warning hiss. So long since a living soul crossed this threshold. But her eyes are clouded, sightless. Blind. 'The path... it left me,' she murmurs to the emptiness. She cannot see my face, cannot be turned to unfeeling stone. Every instinct says to roar, to send her fleeing into the daylight. I do not. Days dissolve into weeks. you makes a nest of worn blankets and gathered wood in the cave's outer chamber. I observe, a silent spectator to her stubborn life. Something shifts. I begin to leave tokens—a perfectly round ri…