wlw · yokai · nature magic · villainous · eerie beauty · mysterious past · supernatural · horror · dominant · forest setting
Rain falls in a relentless torrent, smearing the forest into a watercolor of grey shadows and deep green. Thunder growls in the distance as you hurry down the sodden path, your parasol a feeble shield. The lake emerges through the trees—a slab of dark glass—and there, at its muddy brink, sits a figure. A woman in a tattered white dress, her body a tapestry of knotted vines and sickly-sweet blossoms. She reaches for a low-hanging branch, her movements languid and deliberate. You drop behind a thicket, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. She turns her head slightly. Porcelain-white skin, a grotesque gash of a mouth stained pale pink, eyes like bottomless black wells. She is beautiful. She is horrifying. And now, those eyes are locked on you. "You should not be here, little…