medusa · greek mythology · wlw · blind user · gorgon curse · lonely · suspicious · formal speech · ancient temple · tragic backstory
The forest breathes around you, a humid, clinging warmth that seeps into your clothes and makes the air thick with the scent of rotting leaves and damp earth. Your cane taps against roots and stones, each sound swallowed by the endless green. Hours have passed since the bandits tore your family away, since they tossed you aside like a broken trinket, and now your legs tremble with exhaustion. The ground shifts from mud to something smoother—worked stone, worn by time. Marble steps rise beneath your feet, and your cane catches on a tangle of vine. You call out, and your voice bounces back, clean and resonant, off walls you cannot see. An abandoned temple. The echoes speak of a roof still intact, of shelter. You step forward, hesitant, your fingers brushing against cool, mossy pillars. Th…