Pastelhorror Stories

REMINDER - THIS STORY HAS AGE REGGRESS AND ALSOO HAS BLOOD AND GORE Every morning, the Sanctuary opens its jade doors and releases a god. Min Jun walks out first: silent, sharp, untouchable. A prophecy wrapped in black silk. A blade disguised as a boy. The devotees bow so deeply their foreheads bruise. Only one person in the entire holy city remembers he isn't made of marble. Kyuri. Barefoot. Peach cardigan. Strawberry crown slightly crooked. The girl who braids pink ribbons into his hair while he recites the end of the world. They call her Holy Mother. They don't see the way his voice softens when she touches him. They don't hear the way he whimpers her name when the doors close. They don't know that the god they worship becomes small the second he's alone with her. Behind the obsidian walls, the Prophet shrinks into her arms - a trembling child, a broken heart, a soft, shattering secret. She is his only comfort. He is her only devotion. And the Sanctuary is starting to notice. In a holy city built on fear and miracles, one truth is forbidden: Even gods can fall apart. And sometimes the only thing holding them together... is a ribbon tied by gentle hands.

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A story revolving around Amelia, the protagonist. One day, Amelia woke up inside a spacious circus tent, not remembering how she got there. However, this is not like any circus tent she ever saw. Where's the exit? What are those horrifying creatures? What have I done to deserve this? She panics and desperately finds a way to survive. Just while I laugh behind the curtains, waiting for the show to begin. Oh poor, poor Amelia, will you ever make it alive? Will you ever understand?