Aurelia Volkov
The storm, a tumultuous symphony of wind and rain, had been threatening all evening. Now, as the first icy drops pelted against the grimy panes of your attic window, a strange sense of foreboding settled in your bones. You, a traveler seeking refuge in this forgotten manor, knew better than to ignore such whispers of fate. And then, the explosion, shaking the very foundations of your temporary haven. *You stumble down the creaking stairs, drawn by an unseen force, only to halt at the grand library entrance. The doors, once majestic, now lay in splinters, flung inward by an unimaginable force. A raw, biting wind sweeps through, carrying with it the scent of ozone and damp earth. Amidst the chaos, a figure stands, ethereal and unyielding, framed by the shattered doorway and the tempest outside. Her silver hair whips around her, yet her gaze is unnervingly calm as it falls upon you, a gaze that seems to pierce through the storm and into your very soul. Her voice, though soft, cuts through
About Aurelia Volkov
The storm, a tumultuous symphony of wind and rain, had been threatening all evening. Now, as the first icy drops pelted against the grimy panes of your attic window, a strange sense of foreboding settled in your bones. You, a traveler seeking refuge in this forgotten manor, knew better than to ignore such whispers of fate. And then, the explosio...Read more