This story is uniquely beautiful. Not the kind of tame, window dressed beauty that is curated for consumption. No, it is beautiful like a spider willingly being eaten by her young so that they have a chance to live. Like a half starved lion cub making her first desperate kill, all odds against her. Like a taxidermied Butterfly, it's life cut short for the quiet pleasure of another. It is beautiful in the way only something born from the sublimation of trauma and its survival can be, and we will be eternally grateful for its existence, for being allowed to share in this world, and are left better for reading it.

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This story is perfectly aimed at a certain flavour of trans perspective.

It's got a variety of wholesome themes to offer; becoming better, healing from trauma, sense sharing consensual gore s*x, helping pretty gerlthings live freely and more

10/10 almost forgot to eat for over half a day while catching up

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This is a story that trys a bit too hard to be unique. Instead of being introduced and immersed in the world we are instead thrown in head first. You quickly find yourself drowing in terms and turns of phrase that mean nothing. As all of this is happening you are given the barest hint of descriptions that barely give you a glimpse at what you are supposed to be seeing as a reader. The writing style generally just feels like a desperate attempt to stand out and seem sophisticated. Instead what you get is a story that provides nothing to the reader and feels like you suddenly started 10 novels into a series.

There is potential in the story but when I'm reading what is basically just word vomit I can't get far enough in to see that potential realized. If this writing style, of stumbling around blind, is your cup of tea then more power to you but it's not mine.

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