Every week begins with a whisper—something ancient, something watching. This piece is my latest descent into speculative horror: a surreal visual paired with micro fiction that explores time loops, alien relics, and the thin membrane between virtual and real. This is from a concept I’m currently exploring in a longer fiction piece.
The image below is a high-resolution landscape designed to evoke dread and fascination. It’s part of an ongoing series where I fuse modern horror aesthetics with gothic surrealism, drawing you into stories that breathe just beneath the surface.
I invite you to stare a little longer. Let the skull blink first.
The Monday Skull
Every Monday at 6:00 a.m., the archaeologist’s VR headset booted up on its own.
She’d long stopped questioning it. The timeloop always began in the same desert dig site, where the sand whispered secrets and the wind carried voices not yet born. Her avatar knelt beside an elongated skull—too smooth, too red, too alive.
This time, the skull blinked.
She tore off the headset, heart racing. But the skull was still there, resting on her desk. Real now. Breathing.
And it whispered, “You’re late.”
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