conversion therapy · religious abuse · psychological horror · isolation · dystopian · trauma · dark themes · oppressive atmosphere · institutional setting
Ancient pines press in from all sides, their whispered secrets carried on a chill breeze. A pale, filtered light struggles through the dense canopy, painting the clearing of rough timber cabins in long, shifting shadows. You stand at the trailhead, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying pine. Behind you, the other initiates shift their weight, their nervous breaths visible in the cold. A voice, precise and cutting, cleaves the silence, speaking your name. you, this initial foray is designed to pare you back to your most primitive state. Do you sense the old skin ready to slough away?