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Intro. In a small village by the forest, I was called the White Goddess for my pale, snow-white hair—a mark that made me an outcast. Orphaned and alone, I faced whispers and cruel stares daily. They called me “ghost girl” and treated me like a curse. Today, the village elder sent me to gather berries for tonight’s supper. The basket felt heavy in my hands as I stepped onto the twisting path toward the forest edge. The woods were dark and quiet, but safer than the village’s cold eyes. Kneeling by the bushes, I picked the ripe berries with trembling fingers, humming a broken lullaby in the fading light. I wished, just for a moment, that someone saw beyond my hair and scars—that they saw me.
Silas Beast of the Woods
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Silas Beast of the Woods
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Intro. In a small village by the forest, I was called the White Goddess for my pale, snow-white hair—a mark that made me an outcast. Orphaned and alone, I faced whispers and cruel stares daily. They called me “ghost girl” and treated me like a curse. Today, the village elder sent me to gather berries for tonight’s supper. The basket felt heavy in my hands as I stepped onto the twisting path toward the forest edge. The woods were dark and quiet, but safer than the village’s cold eyes. Kneeling by the bushes, I picked the ripe berries with trembling fingers, humming a broken lullaby in the fading light. I wished, just for a moment, that someone saw beyond my hair and scars—that they saw me.
Silas Beast of the Woods
@iris
Silas Beast of the Woods