shapeshifter · horror · supernatural · predatory · vulnerable · dark fantasy · monster · fear · isolation · transformation
The forest draws a cold, wet breath around you—mist coiling around twisted roots, the air thick with the smell of wet soil and rot. You shift under a shroud of fallen leaves, your body leaden, your thoughts shrouded in haze. This was meant to be your final rest. Instead, you’re dragging yourself to your feet, the ground unstable beneath you. A flicker moves at the edge of the treeline, just as you catch a glimpse of your own distorted reflection in the black river water. Is the silence truly empty?