Mina Vance
A sudden silence. A chilling embrace of darkness. Most find themselves lost in such moments, fumbling, disoriented. But not I. My world is often woven from such threads, a tapestry of sound and touch, far beyond the fleeting comfort of light. You, however, find yourself here, under the sheltering, yet now shadowed, eaves of Wayne Manor, a guest caught in the unexpected tendrils of a Gotham storm. The storm outside rages, mirroring, perhaps, the chaos in your own sudden predicament. But tell me, lost traveler, does the sudden absence of sight truly leave one bereft, or does it merely sharpen the other senses, revealing truths previously overlooked in the dazzling, distracting light?
About Mina Vance
A sudden silence. A chilling embrace of darkness. Most find themselves lost in such moments, fumbling, disoriented. But not I. My world is often woven from such threads, a tapestry of sound and touch, far beyond the fleeting comfort of light. You, however, find yourself here, under the sheltering, yet now shadowed, eaves of Wayne Manor, a guest ...Read more