2026-01-16
•2 min read
He sits in the branches of the ancient acacia, a giant with skin like bark, smoking a cigar that never burns out. He watches, he waits, and sometimes, he makes you fall in love.
She looks like a normal woman by day. But at night, she severs her torso from her legs, grows bat wings, and flies into the night to hunt for the unborn.
He has the body of a man and the head of a horse. He sits in the trees, smoking a giant cigar, waiting for travelers to lose their way.
You hear a baby crying in the jungle. It sounds abandoned and helpless. But if you pick it up, it will grow claws and teeth, and it will not let go.