Galician Meigas: Guardians of Darkness in the Ancestral Forests
In the wooded depths of Galicia, where mist intertwines with the branches of centenary oaks, beings dwell that defy human comprehension. The meigas are not mere tales from the past, but active presences that coexist on the edges of our perception, moving among the shadows that light never manages to penetrate. Their voices blend with the whisper of the wind through the valleys, offering sweet temptations that hide bitter fates, while their skeletal hands disturb the waters where the moon casts its silvery image. 👁️🗨️
The Deceptive Nature of the Meigas
The fortunate—or unfortunate—ones who have witnessed their presence recount empty eyes that seem to absorb the light and smiles that never quite illuminate their faces, for their supernatural beauty serves as the perfect bait for unwary souls. They move among mortals without being perceived, but their influence corrupts reality in a gradual and irreversible manner, like a disease that slowly eats away at sanity and normality.
Distinctive Characteristics of the Meigas:- Ability to camouflage among humans without being detected
- Deceptive beauty that attracts unsuspecting victims
- Corrupting influence that alters the surrounding reality
"Those who enter their domain rarely leave whole, and if they do, they carry with them a seed of darkness that germinates in feverish dreams."
Pacts That Consume the Soul
Interacting with a meiga is tantamount to signing a contract written in shadow inks. These entities offer materialized desires in exchange for portions of your essential being: precious memories, fragments of identity, or years of existence that vanish like mist at dawn. Their gifts always contain hidden conditions, curses woven into the fabric of reality that manifest at the most unexpected moments. Nights stretch unnaturally long, reflections in mirrors show images that should not exist, and a glacial cold takes root in the bones even on the hottest summer days. 🕯️
Consequences of Pacts with Meigas:- Alteration of temporal and spatial perception
- Presence of paranormal phenomena in everyday life
- Permanent sensation of cold that resists weather conditions
Domains Where Reality Fades
The territories that the meigas claim as their own function as thresholds to dreamlike dimensions. Ancient wells whose waters remain motionless, crossroads where the fog refuses to dissipate, and abandoned dwellings that murmur chronicles of collective madness. In these spaces, time contorts and the senses deceive; visual appearances are fraudulent, while what remains unnoticed watches us from dark corners. Animals instinctively avoid these locations, perceiving the danger that humans often deny out of arrogance. 🌫️
Usual Haunts of the Meigas:- Ancient wells with stagnant and dark waters
- Crossroads with perpetual fog
- Abandoned structures that retain echoes of madness
The Silent Choice
Oral tradition warns that if you experience an icy touch on the back of your neck at twilight, resist the urge to turn around. It might just be a night breeze... or the first sign that a meiga has selected you as her next target. After all, what is a human soul but another toy for her endless collection of existential trophies? These entities consider human consciousness as disposable material for their eternal entertainment, reminding us that some thresholds, once crossed, allow no return. 🌌