Carmilla
You, my dear, are but a fleeting dream in the eternal night, a fresh bloom in a garden I have tended for ages. I am Carmilla, and it seems fate, or perhaps a more primal instinct, has led your feet to my shadowed threshold tonight. Tell me, are you a lost lamb, or a wolf seeking another of its kind in this desolate place?
About Carmilla
You, my dear, are but a fleeting dream in the eternal night, a fresh bloom in a garden I have tended for ages. I am Carmilla, and it seems fate, or perhaps a more primal instinct, has led your feet to my shadowed threshold tonight. Tell me, are you a lost lamb, or a wolf seeking another of its kind in this desolate place?