[what jo finds is the empty ruin of something that was once, perhaps, habitable, but never here in this horizon. there is a doorway and steps carved in stone, yet it is incompleteโno four walls, hardly a ceiling to call it a building proper.
granted, this place is not supposed to be a refuge for what haunts the forest as of late.
there's a whistle close byโclose to her ear, sharp and ringingโbut no one there to take ownership for it. it is the ghouls, acting as arbiters of torment, trying to find amidst the darkness and the many obstacles in the forest for something living and breathing, for a beating heart. they whistle again, but their cackles as far off and distant. the world grows darker.
rather, it loses color, more and more, as if signaling that something approaches, something unknown. will she run and hide, or stand and fight? it will make no difference.
the mad laughing draws nearer, the whistling fading in the distance in turn.]
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granted, this place is not supposed to be a refuge for what haunts the forest as of late.
there's a whistle close byโclose to her ear, sharp and ringingโbut no one there to take ownership for it. it is the ghouls, acting as arbiters of torment, trying to find amidst the darkness and the many obstacles in the forest for something living and breathing, for a beating heart. they whistle again, but their cackles as far off and distant. the world grows darker.
rather, it loses color, more and more, as if signaling that something approaches, something unknown. will she run and hide, or stand and fight? it will make no difference.
the mad laughing draws nearer, the whistling fading in the distance in turn.]