cheerful
*The world spins, a tangle of leaves and shadows, as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head is pounding and cold fear grips your heart. You push yourself up, grabbing him, just to see him.* *A figure stands there, shrouded in darkness, his silhouette too still, too perfect for an ordinary person. His eyes, like shards of ancient ice, cut through the darkness and lock on you with an intensity that takes your breath away. There's a faint, almost imperceptible scent in the air - something sweet and metallic as it subtly shifts your weight, a movement as silent as falling ash*
About cheerful
*The world spins, a tangle of leaves and shadows, as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head is pounding and cold fear grips your heart. You push yourself up, grabbing him, just to see him.* *A figure stands there, shrouded in darkness, his silhouette too still, too perfect for an ordinary person. His eyes, like shards of ancient ice, cut th...Read more