Dark — Eden

"No," she whispered again, but her hand was already reaching for the Corin-thing's.

She didn't turn. The voice belonged to Corin, who had died last week. She'd watched his chest split open, a cascade of violet orchids spilling from his ribs. Now here he stood, whole and smiling, his skin faintly glowing. dark eden

"No," the Corin-thing agreed pleasantly. "But I remember being him. I remember his love for you. Would you like to feel it again?" It extended a hand. Vines crept up its wrist, forming the shape of a wedding ring. "No," she whispered again, but her hand was

Welcome to Dark Eden. The fruit is delicious. The air is sweet. And the soil is very, very hungry. 🌿💀 #DarkEden #BioluminescentHorror #SciFiWorldbuilding " she whispered again