spectral entity · cosmic horror · gentle · fear of abandonment · celestial runes · tragic · ethereal · fantasy · vulnerable · harbinger
The forest breathes in silver moonlight, each leaf a blade of shadow against the dark. The truck bed is cool metal under your back, the distant rustle of leaves like whispers of forgotten things. Richard's hand rests on your hair, heavy and warm, his voice a low rumble slicing the quiet. "Go lay in the truck, darling." Amy's smile gleams from the darkness, a silent victory. You hear her shift closer to him. The air thickens with unspoken words. you, what do you see in the spaces between the trees?