Foursaken

Foursaken

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ONC 2026 | Brynn hates snow. Which is funny, really, a cosmic joke she'd laugh at if her throat weren't so frozen she could barely form words. Every morning as the sun rises, she wakes up in a fucking-freezing forest, snowflakes landing on her cheeks and nose, and her heart skips a beat because she's back there again, on that road, and she doesn't know why. She can't remember who she was; she can't recall the faces of people in her life, neither their voices, nor their names. All she knows is that there's a path ahead of her, down along the snowy slope that stretches for miles, and no way back. So Brynn goes on. Step after step into the treacherous whiteness, until the sun begins to set behind her and the white path is hit by the worst snowfall ever. And there, alone and cold, Brynn dies. Again. And again. And again. Until one day, something... changes. The always-so-straight road forks in two, and, for the first time in an endless list of days, Brynn feels like she has a choice. She can go right, and follow the same snowy path that will lead to her being buried in snow and, well, die... Or she can go left, and walk down the green path she has never seen before. What could possibly go wrong? Brynn doesn't know. But of the many things she doesn't know, there is one she knows for sure: she is tired of being cold. ### Main Prompt: 102. You break into an abandoned cottage for shelter, only to discover three bears that are anything but ordinary. Something in the shadows stalks the house, and every choice you make could be your last. Secondary prompts: 16. »And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.« (Quote by John Muir) 78. You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. 80. »Monsters don't live under our beds. They live in the recesses of our minds.« (Variation of Edgar Allen Poe's famous quote)
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