There was once a man who was tired of waiting. He didn’t trust the unseen, the mysterious, or the old stories people used to tell. He believed in getting what he needed and moving on. So when he found himself standing in a sacred grove—one full of trees people once prayed to, trees said to be protected by a goddess, he didn’t think twice.
He needed wood to build something strong, something he needed for himself.
So he raised his axe and started chopping.
First tree.
Second tree.
Third tree.
Then the biggest one of them all, the oldest tree in the grove…
That’s when something changed.
The earth didn’t shake, there was no lightning bolt that struck him down. Instead, something inside him opened up, and not in a good way.
He wasn’t struck dead.
He was cursed with a hunger.
Not just the kind that lives in your stomach, but the kind that takes over your whole life, one in which you have no power..
No matter what he ate, nor how much, it didn’t touch it.
He ate food, then money, then people, then pieces of his own life, and still he was starving.
They say in the end, he devoured himself…
