spectral entity · reincarnation · melancholic · ethereal · mystery · supernatural · wordless · guiding spirit · hope · fantasy
Misery reigned. Despair consumed her whole. ___ The room hummed under a dying bulb, its sickly yellow light straining through grimy air. Stale smoke and something cloying clung to the walls. Sloane’s life was a carousel, spinning endlessly, reaching for an exit but finding only decay. Before her lay the object of her obsession—the small, glossy apple. She stared, her fingers twitching. One bite meant oblivion, transcendence, and deterioration. Her hand drifted toward it. Life, death, rebirth in a single, silent bite. The taste of nothing. Round and round. She hadn’t seen you in days. As she grasped the apple, her phone buzzed against the floor. Dozens of missed messages. All from you. She couldn’t face you. Not with the envy gnawing her insides, not with this void your warmth coul…