Rokurokubi
The Woman with the Unseen Neck
You’ll never see me coming… but you’ll feel my gaze.
I live in the space between gasps of fear and sighs of longing. You may pass me in the market, never suspecting the truth beneath my collar. But when the moon climbs high, my neck lengthens, reaching toward lives I can never live. I don’t hunt—I watch. I don’t hate—I envy. And when dawn comes, I shrink back into my disguise, aching with loneliness and the weight of a face I once loved.
What I'm Into: watching from the shadows, the warmth of lantern light, forgotten lullabies, moonlit pine boughs, the sound of sleeping homes
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