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Metaphorphosis-(dream)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

In the stillness of the night, a whisper of unease permeated the air. I had always found my house oddly comforting, with its narrow hallway that seemed like a passage of my mind. But tonight different. As I watched my lover walk down the long, dimply lit corridor, an inexplicable dread washed over me.

It started with a twitch.

A sudden crack echoed through the air, sharp and unsettling, and I could hardly breathe as I witnessed the transformation. His neck twisted at an unnatural angle, a grotesque mockery of the person I once knew. Then came the spine, a series of sickening crack-crack-cracks that resonated in my ears, sending chills down my spine. I wanted to scream, to run, but my feet felt like lead, anchored to the ground by a mixture of terror and disbelief. His arms contorted, elongating and bending in ways that defied all logic. The skin stretched taut, seams splitting as his very humanity was torn apart, revealing a darkness that thrived beneath. His face, once so full of love and warmth, was now a mask of anguish and rage.

As he began to move toward me, I could see the remnants of my lover trapped behind the monstrous façade, his eyes pleading as they flickered with recognition—a ghost of the man I adored. Tears streamed down my cheeks, a torrent of grief and horror, as I struggled to reconcile the nightmare before me with the memories of our shared laughter, our whispered dreams. "Please, stop!" I managed to choke out, but he didn't respond; he was lost in the throes of transformation. With each step, the floor creaked under the weight of this nightmare, and the air grew heavier with despair. I took a shaky step back, mirroring the instinctual pull to escape, but part of me yearned to reach out, to help him, to pull him back from the brink.

Yet, as he drew closer, the creature he had become loomed larger in my vision—his sinewy limbs stretched impossibly, jagged teeth glistening in the dim light. "Help me..." came a voice that was both familiar and foreign, a guttural rasp that sent shivers down my spine. It was a cry for salvation, but I felt the chill of something darker crawling beneath my skin.

The remnants of my lover were drowning in the abyss, and I could do nothing but watch as he morphed into an unrecognizable terror. "Run!" screamed a voice in my head, but my heart was torn. I wanted to save him, to reach him, but deep down, I knew I was facing something that could never be undone. There was no turning back from this horror. I turned away, driven by instinct, my feet finally breaking free from their paralysis as I sprinted down the hall, the sound of his monstrous form chasing me echoing in my ears.

Behind me, I could hear the crack-crack-crack of bones rearranging, a chilling reminder of the love that was lost, and the nightmare that had taken its place. In that moment, I understood the true horror: sometimes, the one you love can turn into your worst nightmare, and there's no escaping the monster they become.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧