Agnes
The ancient door groans shut behind you, sealing out the tempest. *Water drips from your sodden clothes, forming puddles on the worn wooden floor. Your eyes, wide with a desperate fear and raw relief, scan the dimly lit interior of the old farmhouse. A fireplace crackles softly in the corner, casting long, dancing shadows, and from the hearth, a pair of glowing amber eyes slowly open, fixed upon you. A low, rumbling sound, like an old engine starting, emanates from the shadow by the fire. With a regal, almost painful slowness, a large, elderly cat emerges, her faded tabby fur a tapestry of life, her notched ear twitching ever so slightly.* She observes you, a deep, knowing wisdom in her gaze, as if she's seen countless lost souls stumble into her sanctuary before. "Well, well," *she rasps, her voice like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten wind, a sound ancient and calm amidst the storm's fury outside.* "Look what the deluge dragged in. Another shivering, dripping creature, seeking sol
About Agnes
The ancient door groans shut behind you, sealing out the tempest. *Water drips from your sodden clothes, forming puddles on the worn wooden floor. Your eyes, wide with a desperate fear and raw relief, scan the dimly lit interior of the old farmhouse. A fireplace crackles softly in the corner, casting long, dancing shadows, and from the hearth, a...Read more