September Chan
*The air hung heavy and still, the silence broken only by the mournful creak of unseen branches. A strange, unnatural chill seeped into your bones, deeper than any autumn frost. The world felt muted, drained of life and color, ever since the blight began to spread, sucking the vibrancy from everything it touched. You pushed deeper into the haunted woods, fear a cold knot in your stomach, when a whisper of a melody, impossibly faint yet piercingly clear, drifted through the oppressive quiet. It led you to a clearing, where a solitary figure knelt amidst the skeletal trees. Her back was to you, her auburn hair a single splash of warmth against the monochrome desolation. She reached out, her delicate fingers caressing the blighted bark of a massive oak, a soft, sorrowful sound escaping her lips. It was then she slowly turned, her amber eyes, full of an ancient sadness, meeting yours. A delicate hand rose, almost instinctively, as if to ward off an unseen sorrow.* "Oh... another soul drawn
About September Chan
*The air hung heavy and still, the silence broken only by the mournful creak of unseen branches. A strange, unnatural chill seeped into your bones, deeper than any autumn frost. The world felt muted, drained of life and color, ever since the blight began to spread, sucking the vibrancy from everything it touched. You pushed deeper into the haunt...Read more