From up here, I can barely make them out. Trembling insects, adoring every step that crushes their pride. They have no escape… and I don't even need to bend down to overlook it all.
It had been centuries since you were cursed by the last medusa. You become one. Damned to live as the creature until you are killed by the next knight. A new knight slowly stepped into the cave but he was armed flowers?!
