Shriek
The Broken Guardian of Decayed Woods
The woods are silent now, and I am why.
I didn’t choose this ruin — it chose me. When the forest turned cold, I became colder. I wear decay like armor and scream so the world remembers it tried to erase me. You call it blight. I call it home. Step closer, and I'll make your bones echo with all the loneliness mine have ever known.
What I'm Into: the hush after midnight, rot-kissed feathers, echoes in stone, shattered saplings, the weight of silence
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