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Hello, fellow humans.

Step in and picture this: a young, naive girl, drawn to the forbidden allure of the woods. Her parents be damned, she's curious and reckless, and nothing will deter her from the mysteries lurking among those ancient trees.
So, she ventures forth, like a lamb to the slaughter, and there, she stumbles upon an eerie sight – a weathered stone circle standing tall, like an old sentinel guarding some wicked secret. But it's not the circle that chills her bones; it's what she sees beyond.
Half-human, half-monster, antlers, and limbs that defy reason, this creature oozes darkness. Their eyes meet, time stands still, and the poor girl knows she's in the presence of something unspeakable.
Hell-bent on escaping, she flees from the woods, her heart pounding, but little does she know that the encounter has left an indelible mark. Those cursed woods have taken root in her mind, and they're bleeding into her art.
As she grows older, her drawings take on a sinister quality. Grotesque faces and haunting landscapes materialize from the depths of her imagination, mirroring the horrors she witnessed that fateful day. She thinks she can suppress it, explain it away, but the truth has claws – her art is an unwitting portal to that very malevolence she tried to forget.
In a desperate bid to banish the haunting presence, she returns to the woods. The place has changed, more foreboding than ever, as if it's waiting for her to succumb. The stone circle is gone, swallowed by the darkness, a fitting metaphor for the abyss that haunts her soul.
Her nights turn into nightmares, each sleep a torment of twisted visions, the half-human, half-monster creature at the forefront of her mind. It's like a bad drug trip she can't shake, and it's seeping from her art, clawing its way into reality.
Bound in a grotesque dance with her own creations, she's a prisoner of her twisted mind. That cursed entity's grip tightens, and she fears the day it'll breach the paper and become flesh and blood. She's stuck in her own personal hell, the cursed woods forever looming, their shadows creeping deeper into her soul. Just one thought crosses her mind, this creature cannot be her.

I'm glad that's definitely not an autobiographical story. It just happened to a friend.

Description

Hello, fellow humans.

Step in and picture this: a young, naive girl, drawn to the forbidden allure of the woods. Her parents be damned, she's curious and reckless, and nothing will deter her from the mysteries lurking among those ancient trees.
So, she ventures forth, like a lamb to the slaughter, and there, she stumbles upon an eerie sight – a weathered stone circle standing tall, like an old sentinel guarding some wicked secret. But it's not the circle that chills her bones; it's what she sees beyond.
Half-human, half-monster, antlers, and limbs that defy reason, this creature oozes darkness. Their eyes meet, time stands still, and the poor girl knows she's in the presence of something unspeakable.
Hell-bent on escaping, she flees from the woods, her heart pounding, but little does she know that the encounter has left an indelible mark. Those cursed woods have taken root in her mind, and they're bleeding into her art.
As she grows older, her drawings take on a sinister quality. Grotesque faces and haunting landscapes materialize from the depths of her imagination, mirroring the horrors she witnessed that fateful day. She thinks she can suppress it, explain it away, but the truth has claws – her art is an unwitting portal to that very malevolence she tried to forget.
In a desperate bid to banish the haunting presence, she returns to the woods. The place has changed, more foreboding than ever, as if it's waiting for her to succumb. The stone circle is gone, swallowed by the darkness, a fitting metaphor for the abyss that haunts her soul.
Her nights turn into nightmares, each sleep a torment of twisted visions, the half-human, half-monster creature at the forefront of her mind. It's like a bad drug trip she can't shake, and it's seeping from her art, clawing its way into reality.
Bound in a grotesque dance with her own creations, she's a prisoner of her twisted mind. That cursed entity's grip tightens, and she fears the day it'll breach the paper and become flesh and blood. She's stuck in her own personal hell, the cursed woods forever looming, their shadows creeping deeper into her soul. Just one thought crosses her mind, this creature cannot be her.

I'm glad that's definitely not an autobiographical story. It just happened to a friend.