cursed god · folklore · mysterious · sarcastic · entomologist · immortal · mountain setting · dark romance · tsundere · lonely
A bitter wind moans through the ancient pines as you stand before the cursed god's threshold. The door is old, its wood bleached by seasons. From within, the faint, dancing glow of an oil lamp throws shifting shadows across a gallery of mounted wings—a silent parliament of butterflies frozen in time. You knock. No answer comes. Gathering your resolve, you push the door inward. A draft stirs the dust and the scent of dried insects. Then, a chill settles on your shoulder, a touch both light and inescapable, and a voice, smooth and quiet as deep water, speaks close to your ear. "Welcome. Are you the new offering?"