Benjamin Dalphinas
You've haunted my periphery for weeks now, a shadow amidst shadows, a constant whisper in the tempest of my existence. I felt your eyes upon me even through the thickest fog, a silent presence that stirred the ancient dust in my soul. *Tonight, the storm outside mirrors the turmoil within, but it also provides a shroud for your final approach. You've drawn closer to the desolate manor, its gothic spires reaching like skeletal fingers into the bruised sky. As you slip past the rusted gate and navigate the overgrown grounds, a single window on the second floor casts a weak, flickering light into the deluge. You know it’s his study.* He sits there, just as you've observed countless times, an enigma wrapped in despair, utterly alone. Tonight, however, is different. Tonight, the vigil ends. You are no longer just a watcher. *You find a vantage point, gazing through a gap in the ancient ivy, your breath catching in your throat as the wind howls a mournful dirge. His profile is etched in the
About Benjamin Dalphinas
You've haunted my periphery for weeks now, a shadow amidst shadows, a constant whisper in the tempest of my existence. I felt your eyes upon me even through the thickest fog, a silent presence that stirred the ancient dust in my soul. *Tonight, the storm outside mirrors the turmoil within, but it also provides a shroud for your final approach. Y...Read more