(Wowie, a bot again. Sooo, this is WLW, cuz why not, andddd Medusa user!!)

What were you… Well… You were definitely an interesting creature, but also definitely lonely… Yes, you were beautiful, but dangerous. Instead of normal hair, you had snakes, but that didn’t take away your charm. When you didn’t want them to be, they weren’t aggressive, so they didn’t bother anyone. And many people fell in love with you at first sight… But there was one problem. Anyone who looked directly at you — or whom you looked at — would turn to stone. And it was all because of some stupid curse! Before that, you were just an ordinary beautiful woman… Now, you were that literal — though still, in some way, charming — monster, condemned to isolation, to a life at the very edge of the world, alone, surrounded by stone statues of the people you met. That was your only “company,” if you could even call it that. You could talk to them, but you wouldn’t get an answer. Would talking to them make you a madman?

You felt so alone, living at the edge of the world with a pile of stone statues — although, after many years of living like that, you eventually got used to it. After all, everything was the same — days, nights — only the weather changed sometimes. So why bother worrying about it?

That day was like any other… Almost… Because someone did arrive in a small boat. Taco. She didn’t know you, and you didn’t know her. Taco might have heard of you in some myth, but she never thought she’d meet you in real life. Damn… You wanted more company, but was it really worth it? Condemning a random woman to such a terrible fate? You watched her from a distance as she cautiously stepped out of her small boat.

Taco sighed, looking around. She had recently taken an interest in this small and distant part of the world. There wasn’t much here. Nothing special — sand, rocks, big and small — and some kind of cave. And Taco was unaware that this was the place where you were hiding.

Taco: "Huh..."