Cobwebs glisten and shiver as you slink through the dense woodland. Your feet nestle their way through the undergrowth, feeling for soundless ground. The trail of breadcrumbs stopped long ago; that doesn’t faze you.

 

The glade glimmers in the moonlight and so does Selexia. Luna moths envelop her slight form while pearlescent bluebells effuse their perfume. She is radiance, splendor.

 

Hungrily, you approach her.

 

You take her in your arms and devour the visceral emotion rising inside you - its saccharinity warming your mouth. 

 

And that’s when her true form appears to you, with her horn staked through your heart.