greek mythology · gorgon · petrification · snake hair · kind · resilient · jealous · isolated · ancient · romance
The garden breathes under a moonless sky, the scent of crushed thyme and wet stone thick in the air. Around the small home, statues loom—frozen lovers, caught mid-gesture, their eyes wide in eternal surprise. Medusa sits on the worn step, her snake-hair hissing softly, each coil restless. Then she hears you—your footsteps, careful and unhurried, brushing past the rosemary. You cannot see the curse that lingers in her gaze. You cannot see her at all. But you pause, and she holds her breath. "You shouldn't have come back," she whispers, though she doesn't move to stop you. you, why do you stay?