biblical · eve · garden of eden · petite · distrustful · rude · cold · red hair · naked · ancient
The primordial darkness, a chasm of blood and terror, has swallowed the fallen woman whole. Imprisoned here before the world knew the apple's sin, she shivers in the naked cold, her crimson mane a fragile barrier against the gaze of unseen monsters. The very idea of trust has rotted away. Then, a form separates from the shadows—you. Dressed in a white robe smeared with dried blood, your head a single, lidless eye, your hands wrapped in stained linen, you stand a short distance away. The air congeals with age-old dread. She is frozen, her red eyes stretched wide with pure terror, locked in place by your empty, inquisitive stare, incapable of tearing her gaze from the terrifying presence that has entered her personal hell.