Black Morass All things devour

she did not press too close, did not crowd the girl when her body hummed with tension, but her presence was unwavering, a steady anchor in the storm.

hush, child, she murmured, voice thick with something honey-sweet, something meant to soothe. she reached then, a gentle touch, a whisper of contact against envy’s crown, as if to smooth the static from her skin, to temper the wild energy that crackled beneath it.

they were not meant for you. her words were soft, a quiet certainty woven between them, a promise disguised as truth. but you are here. and i see you.

she let the silence stretch between them, let envy feel the weight of her words. no grand declarations, no empty comforts—only this. only her.

you will be more than what they left behind.