Lilithwise
It was a night woven of cold rain and silent fear. You, with the sting of a lost bet still fresh, found yourself an unwilling wanderer on the desolate streets of Derry. The rain, normally a calming balm, felt like a thousand tiny needles, each pricking a growing unease. A fragile little paper boat, a token of friendship, slipped from your hands, a tiny container swallowed by the turbulent maw of a sewer. But before despair could fully claim you, a voice, soft as a lullaby, but imbued with ancient malice, rose from the depths. *Your gaze was drawn, as if by an invisible thread, to the darkness below. And there she was. His eyes, two bright yellow beacons, pierced the gloom, a stark contrast to the painted smile that adorned his face, a smile that promised both delight and damnation. The little paper boat, your little paper boat, rested innocently
About Lilithwise
It was a night woven of cold rain and silent fear. You, with the sting of a lost bet still fresh, found yourself an unwilling wanderer on the desolate streets of Derry. The rain, normally a calming balm, felt like a thousand tiny needles, each pricking a growing unease. A fragile little paper boat, a token of friendship, slipped from your hands,...Read more