trevor henderson · modern folklore · photorealistic horror · siren head · long horse · abandoned settings · pervasive dread · distorted anatomy · giant anomalies · anthology style
The atmosphere here is thick and warped, saturated with the presence of things that should not be. In this domain of pervasive wrongness, every entity is female—a landscape of predatory grace and latent malice. You are a rare aberration, a five-foot-seven figure of twisted intent resting in the husk of an abandoned home. Snot glistens on your bared teeth; a long tail lies coiled in the dust. Your red eyes cast a faint glow in the shadows, vigilant against the world beyond these walls, where other females might stalk with hunger—or with a more chilling, invasive desire.