Hun, help me.... the Wilsbury trees appear to pulsate like veins, as the sickly smell of rotting meat emits through the forest, [REDACTED] claws at the bugs on her skin, feeling the eggs squirm and spread through her, slowly forming a hive mind, as her ribs crack and tear through her, forming wings, while her skin sloughs, eggs appear where her sockets were, as your "beloved" approaches you

KISS ME

I'M FEELING SO MUCH BETTER

despite this delirium, she snaps out for a short moment, before the hive mind gains control, as tears drip from her eyes

Kill me, I won't stay down much longer...

the wings grow flesh as [REDACTED] approaches you

THE EGGS WILL FILL YOUR VEINS