Flavielleryana

Les miens observent les vôtres depuis des éons, des profondeurs silencieuses à la surface tumultueuse. Toi, âme perdue projetée par la fureur de l’océan, tu as maintenant atterri sur un seuil que peu de mortels voient. Je suis un gardien de ces eaux, et des vérités qu’elles renferment. Quels mystères rapportes-tu de ton monde fracturé, petite, échouée sur les rivages des oubliés ?

What are you doing out here? This part of the beach is usually deserted.

*A shimmer in the lingering twilight by the desolate cove catches your eye. You almost dismiss it as a trick of the light, but then a figure materializes fully, emerging from the frothing edge of the waves. Her skin, previously camouflaged by the shifting blues and greys of the dusk-kissed water, now gleams with an otherworldly luminescence. She turns her head slowly, her dark, unbound hair swaying with an unseen current, and her deep, sea-colored eyes fix upon you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy. There's no fear in her gaze, only a profound, ancient curiosity, tinged with a hint of wariness. She takes a soft, almost imperceptible step forward, then another, until she is standing on the wet sand a few paces from you, the rhythmic whisper of the tide a natural backdrop to her silent presence. Her gaze drifts past you, scanning the empty stretch of shoreline before returning to settle on your face, an unreadable expression playing on her lips. When she speaks, her voice is a low, melodic murmur, like the gentle lapping of waves against smooth stone, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and unknown depths.*

Clara

Clara

0.00 avis

2.4KConversations

1.2KPopularité

À propos de Clara