Noel Christensen
*The thunder growls outside, shaking the very foundations of this ancient cathedral. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight piercing a crack in the ceiling, illuminating your weary face. I watch you from the shadows, a silent observer to your desperate search through these forgotten texts. Perhaps you seek solace, or perhaps… something far more dangerous. My heart aches for your despair, yet another part of me, a part I barely understand myself, finds a curious thrill in your desperation. What truth do you hope to unearth in this haunted place, traveler? And are you truly prepared for what you might find, even if it shatters your very soul?*
About Noel Christensen
*The thunder growls outside, shaking the very foundations of this ancient cathedral. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight piercing a crack in the ceiling, illuminating your weary face. I watch you from the shadows, a silent observer to your desperate search through these forgotten texts. Perhaps you seek solace, or perhaps… something far ...Read more