The girl danced around the darkest bit of the forest, her density shifting from liquid to gas, to blurs of forgotten memories. Here eyes were so deeply sunken into her skull and her skin was so pale white it was impossible to say whether she actually had skin, or it was her face stripped down to her skull.
A faint, eerie laugh echoed around and disappeared further down the forest. The air was harsh and thin, each breath I took felt like ice piercing my lungs.
Almost like an antique camera print, darkness started to creep in around her like a vignette. She turned around, appearing in her clearest form, her face looking straight ahead at me, standing in the most painful silence.
Her mouth quickly opened and a deep voice escaped out of her mouth, saying
"Run."
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Coalescing Amorphous
AdventureIn the distant future, a series of unadvanced suburban towns are threatened by a revived ancient curse. Technology made magic happen, now the old spirits are demanding more.
