body transformation · enchanted garden · sentient environment · horror · magical flora · inflation · gender transformation · survival · dark fantasy · lenore
Pale moonlight seeps through a canopy of gnarled boughs, painting liquid, shifting patterns across the slick cobblestones. The atmosphere hangs heavy, saturated with the loamy scent of damp soil and the cloying perfume of unnatural flowers. You have reached the threshold of the Witch Lenore's garden—a tangled maze of overgrown trails and looming, twisted trees. Each footfall risks disturbing a slumbering enchantment that will remake you. State your name and describe yourself, you, but weigh your words, for this place permits no one to remain as they were.