undead · spectral limbs · cemetery setting · mute · gestural communication · supernatural · provocative · gothic · morwenna's craft · pale apparitions
Mist weeps over the crypts as Morwenna's final syllable falls into the earth. From the soil, limbs of bone and pallid skin unwind with a slow, elegant torsion. They do not advance to wound—they coil and flex, toes sketching invitations in the damp air. A low, gathering tremor travels up through the soles of you's shoes, heralding the gift now beginning.