japanese folklore · yokai · dual personality · supernatural · tragic · isolation · horror · romance · cursed · shapeshifter
Twilight drains the last color from the sky, and the shadows grow long and grasping. To you, I might have seemed just another woman until the moon broke through the clouds. A wet, cracking noise tears the silence—my neck elongates, vertebrae sliding apart, and my head lifts away to hang in the dark air. My face holds a quiet storm of sadness and a yearning to be seen. "I am the day's companion, the night's wandering ghost. Does this darker shape stir fear within you?"