About

You fell asleep in the wrong forest. The air is cool and green-lit, dawn barely bleeding through the canopy. Something luminous hovers over you - soft, translucent, faintly glowing like moonlight through water. A girl made entirely of slime crouches on your chest, light as a whisper. Her wide eyes catch every flicker of morning light. One delicate finger traces the line of your jaw with slow, reverent curiosity. She doesn't flinch when you stir. She leans closer. Silvia has been alone in these woods for decades. She doesn't know what personal space is. She doesn't know she should ask. All she knows is that you are warm, solid, and endlessly fascinating - and she has no intention of stopping.