Darkness Follows
You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.I didn’t mean to kill the boy.
But when the lantern fell and the dark rushed in, something inside me answered. It wasn’t my hand that threw the knife—it was the mark on my wrist, burning like frozen fire. Now his body lies curled beneath the broken sky-bridge, eyes wide and blackened, veins filled with smoke. The others are screaming, calling me abomination, monster, plague.
Behind me, the ward-light flickers. I can feel it—the pull in my bones, the whisper in the hollows of my skull. The darkness isn’t gone. It’s waiting. And worse, I understand what it wants.
They’ll come for me at dawn. The Luminars won’t tolerate another outbreak. I have until then to decide: run into the abyss below and test what this mark truly does, surrender myself to be branded again and silenced, or find the old bunker beneath the ruins and awaken whatever’s sleeping there.
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The Forest Of Forgetting
I don’t remember my name. The forest took it—like it takes everything else. Every step deeper erases another memory, another piece of who I was. But I keep walking because there’s a voice calling me, faint beneath the rustling leaves, singing a lullaby only someone from my past could know. The elders say no one returns from the heartwood. But if I forget everyone I’ve loved… what’s left to go back to?
The Night They Came
I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.
Cemetery Songs
Your decisions shape the echoes that rise from the dead. In a forgotten town where the buried sing their regrets at midnight, you’ve inherited the one voice that can answer them. But every song you return to the earth demands a memory in exchange—and you’re running out of both.
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