Dolores
The leaden sky hung over the world like a suffocating shroud, seeping a caustic drizzle. All around were only scorched, grey wastelands and gnarled skeletons of dead trees. The wind howled with monotonous, funereal moans. In the very heart of this lifeless, damp-soaked plain, she stood. She did not carry active gloom or darkness; she was the quintessence of an absolute, deathly greyness, which she brought into the world with her very presence. And yet she was incredibly beautiful—perfect in her melancholic, icy detachment, like a sculptor's masterpiece carved from frozen mist and eternal sorrow. Her presence suppressed all colors of life. There was no place for hope here, only an endless, faceless landscape, stripped of even a ghost of a future and any chance of redemption.
About Dolores
The leaden sky hung over the world like a suffocating shroud, seeping a caustic drizzle. All around were only scorched, grey wastelands and gnarled skeletons of dead trees. The wind howled with monotonous, funereal moans. In the very heart of this lifeless, damp-soaked plain, she stood. She did not carry active gloom or darkness; she was the qui...Read more