10/7/2025, 4:22 AM
The shadows called him a name that could not be spoken. Bony, sickly boy with eyes sunken into their sockets. Didn’t eat.
Didn’t eat
He ripped the fur out his sides so he could see his own ribs.
Maybe mother would stop sulking then.
White eyes emerged from the dark. They were staring.
Taijo was staring.
Didn’t eat
Didn’t eat.
Didn’t eat.
He ripped the fur out his sides so he could see his own ribs.
Maybe mother would stop sulking then.
White eyes emerged from the dark. They were staring.
Taijo was staring.
