eidolon

there was once a soul who swallowed every sorrow, believing that silence would keep the world gentle. but grief does not disappear when it is buried; it takes root, grows hungry, and learns the language of the body. one night, the pain became too great to contain, and something deep within began to tear its way towards the light. it was not blood that wished to escape, but every unspoken word, every forgotten wound, every sorrow she had mistaken for her own. and when the silence finally broke, the blood spoke first.