The Worlds Child

In a savage, ancient forest where shadows bite and mercy is a myth, a child is born from nowhere—four-armed, one-eyed, with a glowing glyph etched on its back. This brutal wilderness, alive with predators like the crimson-furred Olf and venomous Spiteacks, offers no warmth, only hunger and fear. Guided by instinct and nourished by strange rains, the child claws for survival, their jade-green eye tracing spiral carvings that whisper secrets older than the trees. Each step is a battle—against gnawing starvation, tearing thorns, and beasts that smell weakness. As the child’s defiance grows, so does their strangeness, fangs sprouting, rage kindling, yet the forest watches, unyielding, ready to devour anything that dares to burn too bright