of cupcakes, literature and black metal

Once upon a time, there was a jungle, where vines grew on anything that stood still for long enough. The vines grew many flowers, which turned to fruits. The taste of the fruits changed depending on the mood of the eater. If you were in a happy mood, the fruit tasted sweet and light, if you were in an sour mood, the fruit would taste bitter, and if you were sad, the food would taste like salt and ashes.

One day, a girl ran away from her village until the flat valley turned to hills, and the hills grew trees, and the trees grew thick, and the thickness choked with vines.

Tired, and wary of the dark, the girl paused to rest by a large tree trunk. A full, fat fruit hung heavily from the tree. The girl was hungry and thirsty at the same time. She pulled at the fruit until it gave. She peeled away its skin with her fingers. She bit hungrily at its flesh. It tasted like tiny, sparking explosions and sweet, dark blood. Soon, all that was left of the fruit was the dark juice smearing her fingers and the empty peel. She dropped the peel to the ground and relaxed against the tree, tired. Slowly, without her noticing, vines began to grow around her feet.

The girl awoke to the vines tightening around her whole body. They began to curl around her throat and had already tied her arms and legs against the trunk of the tree. The girl screamed into the forest and listened to it echo back, animals scurried away from their hiding places and birds took to the sky. Suddenly a glowing body emerged from the trunk of a tree. “You must pull yourself away, if I cut the vines they will only bleed and grow back stronger.” The girl was desperate and terrified, but pushed through the vines as they fell to the ground around her.

The beautiful being disappeared into the trunk of the tree, and the girl followed after it.