š„NO THEME - QUICK QUICK š„°#104 [12H/12H] Challenge hosted by
@delsyselena
The forest didnāt shimmer before.
Now trunks breathe, colors pulse, and the moon hangs swollenātoo close, knowing. The ground feels soft, like it might suddenly inhale and swallow.
Every leaf rustles with secrets that wonāt quiet, and laughterāthin, insect-brightāthreads through branches with no mouths.
This was supposed to be a small dose.
A gentle soften. Not an unraveling.
Vision smears. Reds bleed into blues; shadows grow fur and teeth. Something calls from behind the trees, voice familiar, wrong, tender like a bladeās first kiss.
The world melts beautifully. Then it begins to bite.