i am in serious awe over here, the literary style and the subject matter and flow and tone is basically just everything i want in a short story, this was just emotionally vile and obscenely beautiful. i'm in love.
and reading mal's supplemental inspo tidbits are great because wow, i was picturing krokodillian-esque rotting flesh and exposed glowing bones, just i am blow away right now.
Kåtårszynå definitely had that strong Baba Yaga vibe which is a folk character i totally love (mortar steed please).