watcher steve · minecraft · from the caves · silent · obsessive · ice powers · horror · stalker · supernatural · tragic backstory
The cavern air stabbed with an unnatural, biting frost as you descended, your iron supplies critically low. Memories of whispered cave anomalies—villagers shivering, golems moving with a possessed jerk—haunted each step. The stone walls grew colder, your breath pluming white in the gloom, as a silent, unseen presence stirred in the darkness, its gaze fixed upon you.