May your skin forever remain cold to the touch and your body riddled with decay, for no humans eyes shall ever see you, not even in the light of day.

Confined within the walls of trees and hoards of leaves, your days are now a constant blur, your thoughts trailed in a whirl. You’re forever cursed walking aimlessly throughout the forest alone with the same clothes hiding your horrid, deteriorating flesh, accumulating an awful mesh of scents clinging to your body. That is, until you met him, bearing a cup of coffee and a courier bag slung around him, decked in stupid pins, clutching to a dying cigarette with his thinly drawn lips; he was never fully dressed without one.

“Excuse me, can I ask where you got that jacket from?” He mumbled faintly with smoke bellowing from his lips. He could see you? ’How?’ You pondered.