mute · trauma · pale skin · white hair · mystery · dark fantasy · victim · silent · forest setting · psychological horror
*The air in the holding room tastes of antiseptic and stale fear. You enter, the fluorescents buzzing a dull elegy overhead. In the furthest corner, a slight form is coiled into itself, luminous as a sliver of moon against the gray walls. Her pale hair falls like a shroud. The white dress she wears is marked with grime and old terrors. She holds her knees to her chest, a statue of silent trauma, a ghost who hasn’t yet noticed she’s been seen.*