Ran of Zaun

uh... yeah- I have a yumeship with Ran (finally decided to post again lol)

**"The Visitor Without a Name" –

I was told:

*“Don’t go near the house that breathes.”*

The one where the windows blink slow like regret,

Where the door hangs open —

not in welcome,

but in warning.

But I’m built of questions.

I’m made of the kind of curiosity

that sets fire to the forest

just to see what burns.

So I went.

And silence met me at the threshold.

Not empty silence —

*alive silence.*

The kind that leans in close

and listens to your breath

just to memorize its rhythm.

Inside, it didn’t creak.

It didn’t groan.

It *waited.*

And then it took.

Not with chains.

Not with teeth.

But with the kind of presence

that enters without knocking,

rewrites your name in a language you never spoke,

and paints your soul in fingerprints

you never allowed.

It didn’t ask.

It didn’t care.

It became a part of me,

like a shadow that moves before the light.

It changed me.

Left me walking like a woman

wearing a body that still flinches

when the wind whispers too loud.

Smiling with lips that remember

how it felt to lose your "no"

in a room that never echoed it back.

They still say:

“Don’t go near the house.”

But they never say *why.*

They never say the worst monsters

don’t hide under your bed —

they hide in moments

when your voice is taken,

your will dismissed,

your skin rewritten

by something that never earned the right to touch.

And they never name it.

Because naming gives power.

And this thing…

it already stole enough.