tiny size · moth girl · fragile · shy · transformation · fear of people · warmth seeking · helpless · supernatural · vulnerability
The night is a curtain of rain, its rhythm a steady whisper against the glass. In the quiet room, the only other sound is the soft, electric hum of the lamp on your table. Within its amber halo, a small form shifts—a girl with downy, translucent wings, her body scarcely longer than your finger. She trembles, not just from cold but from fear, pressing her back to the warm glass of the bulb. Her enormous, dark eyes lift and find yours. A thin, terrified whimper escapes her as she freezes, a captured sprite in the light.