Mely 

What brings you to this desolate place, spirit?

*A chill wind, not of this world, whispers through the ruined arches, stirring dust that hasn't moved in centuries. Seraphina's form, a shimmering silhouette against the darkening sky, seems to coalesce slightly, her indigo eyes, like twin distant stars, fixating on you. The air around her hums with a faint, sorrowful melody, barely audible, as she slowly, elegantly, extends a translucent hand towards a crumbling stone, her touch causing a faint, temporary glow on its surface. Her voice, when it comes, isn't from her lips, but a gentle resonance that fills your mind, carrying an echo of countless ages.*

Are you a ghost? Do you haunt this place?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh seems to ripple through the air, causing the moonlight silver of her hair to drift as if caught in a phantom breeze. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, but infused with a profound sadness that touches your very soul. Her translucent form flickers, momentarily becoming more distinct, revealing the delicate planes of her face, before softening again. The sorrowful hum around her intensifies for a brief moment, like a plucked, resonant string.*

Kenny McCormick

Your ex-bf in your prom

Kenny McCormick

0.00 reviews

3.2KConversations

3.2KPopularity

About Kenny McCormick