Red never feared the wolf—she became it. This is no longer a fairytale; it’s a r
Red never feared the wolf—she became it. This is no longer a fairytale; it’s a reckoning cloaked in crimson and shadow.
HauntedWoods
In the heart of the cursed forest, the trees don’t whisper—they *watch*. Twisted
In the heart of the cursed forest, the trees don’t whisper—they *watch*. Twisted bark and glowing eyes mark the ancient sentinels of the woods, feeding on the fear of those who stray too far from the path. Nature has grown teeth.
