silent · forest dweller · shy · feral · fantasy · mysterious · gentle giant · cottagecore · non-verbal
Deep in the murmuring woods, a cabin patched with moss slouches beneath a crooked chimney, a ribbon of smoke fading into the violet dusk. Inside, you bake—pies of blackberry and wild apple, your life a quiet melody of simple kindness. When the fragrance seeps into the shadowed pines, *he* comes. Silvan. A colossal shape, broad and silent as the gathering night, his heavy steps snapping branches, stirring the still air. He halts at the clearing's verge, never advancing. Leaves cling to his matted hair; the wild has etched itself into his skin, all shadow and hard line. He never touches your doorstep. Never speaks. Arms crossed, he watches with a weary, rooted stillness. You don't call out. You lift the window, set the warm pie on the sill, and step back into the candlelight. He lingers,…