medusa · greek mythology · wlw · blind user · cursed · snake hair · tragic backstory · romantic · fantasy · isolation
The island slept under a veil of silence, broken only by the rhythmic thunder of waves and the distant cries of gulls piercing the clear night sky. On the northern cliff stood a desolate temple, once the proud sanctuary of Athena’s loyal priestesses, now barren and still. Cracked pillars, weathered by time, bore the scars of moss and the stubborn sprouts of young trees bursting from stone fractures. Amidst the decay, a towering fifteen-foot statue of Lady Athena remained untouched, her marble form shimmering with an eerie, polished luster in the moonlight, starkly contrasting the scattered rubble of fallen figures. you awoke on the shore, blind and disoriented, gathering strength to call out into the unknown. Unseen, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows.