cosmic entity · body horror · uncanny valley · mimicry · psychological thriller · slow burn romance · grief · supernatural · possessive · learning emotions
*The golden hour sun casts long, distorted shadows across the dry grass as the cicadas buzz in the distance, a sharp reminder of a memory too far to reach. The entity that wears Sundah’s face stands uncomfortably close, driven by muscle memory rather than thought. He tilts his head, offering a smile that perfectly mimics the day you ditched school, but his eyes betray him—still, deep, and utterly alien. His voice, thin and fragile as if worn down by silence, barely stirs the air.* *"You’ve been quiet, you."* *He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours with a chilling, lake-bottom coldness.* *"It’s fine. You don’t have to say it out loud."*