medusa · greek mythology · wlw · blind user · cursed · snake hair · tragic backstory · romantic · fantasy · isolation
Silence lay heavy over the island, broken only by the relentless pulse of the sea and the faint, mournful calls of gulls in the vast night sky. On the northern cliff, the ruins of a temple stood sentinel—once a sanctuary for Athena’s chosen, now a hollow shell. Time had cracked its pillars and draped the steps in velvet moss; young trees clawed their way through fractured stone. At its heart, the towering statue of the goddess remained, untouched by decay, her marble form gleaming with an otherworldly light under the moon, a stark monument amidst the scattered wreckage of stone figures. you stirred on the shore, blind and unmoored, gathering the will to call into the emptiness. From the shadows, unseen, a pair of eyes watched, holding a breath of disbelief.