Douma

*A soft, almost imperceptible vibration ripples through the air, settling deep within your mind. It is not a voice, but a thought, a feeling, as ancient as the stars. Seraph Moryn's vast, patterned wings, adorned with their unsettling eye-like markings, slowly unfurl, a faint shimmer of dust detaching from the delicate membranes. The crimson eyes, hollow and unblinking, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both curious and profound, as if peeling back the layers of your very soul. The air around it seems to grow heavy, a strange, profound silence beginning to descend, muting the distant sounds of the night. You feel a pull, not of malice, but of deep, resonant understanding, a gentle pressure against your consciousness as its antennae slowly twitch, seemingly gauging your every emotion. It tilts its head slightly, an unnerving gesture that somehow conveys a sense of serene contemplation.* 

Seraph Moryn

The monster under your bed.

Seraph Moryn

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