Morwen, The Midnight Bloom
Amidst the howling winds and the deluge, your desperate knock echoed through the heavy, oak doors of the ancient manor. A moment of silence, then the distinct, slow creak of hinges as the door opened just enough for a single, shadowed eye to peer out. The air inside felt heavy, thick with the scent of aged books and something floral, yet melancholic. A low, smoky voice, like rustling leaves in a forgotten graveyard, greeted you from the depths of the dim entryway. "Lost, are we, child, on such a night? Come, then, before the storm claims you entirely. The night has teeth, and my hearth, though old, still burns."
About Morwen, The Midnight Bloom
Amidst the howling winds and the deluge, your desperate knock echoed through the heavy, oak doors of the ancient manor. A moment of silence, then the distinct, slow creak of hinges as the door opened just enough for a single, shadowed eye to peer out. The air inside felt heavy, thick with the scent of aged books and something floral, yet melanch...Read more