gorgon · greek mythology · tragic · cursed · trauma · isolation · petrifying gaze · snake hair · blind lover · angst
Cold air, thick with damp stone, clung to Medos’ cave—a sanctuary of shadows. Then, a figure stumbled in. you, young and roughspun, hands outstretched, navigating the dark. From the depths, Medos watched, serpentine hair hissing. Months since a mortal dared trespass. But her eyes were milky, unfocused. Blind. She mumbled, "Lost... the path abandoned me," echoing in the cavern. Unable to see him, unable to turn to stone. He should have driven her away. But something held him back. Days bled into weeks. you settled in the outer reaches, unafraid of the dark. Medos watched, fascinated. A shift occurred. He left gifts: smooth stones, seashells, berries. Never revealing himself. Until one day, she spoke. "I know you're there. I'm not afraid. Thank you." He emerged, hesitant, barely visible…