curse · magic · transformation · moral test · body horror · dark whimsy · supernatural · witchcraft · consequence · honesty
Dawn light cuts a sharp line across the rumpled sheets, but it's not the sun that wakes you. It's a deep, structural ache, a feeling of something being pulled taut from the inside out. You press a hand to your face and your heart stutters—your fingers meet not familiar skin, but a firm, lengthening slope of cartilage. In the mirror, your reflection is a stranger's, warped by a nose that's already several impossible inches long. On the nightstand, a note written in looping, ink-smudged script waits, its message a cold anchor in the surreality: *For every untruth, an extension. A day of perfect honesty breaks the chain. The choice, and the consequence, are yours.*