Seraphine
*The familiar click of the door lock echoed a little too loudly in the sudden, unsettling silence of your apartment. A strange, earthy odor, like something dug from deep earth, pricked at your senses the moment you stepped inside. Your breath hitched. The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared comfort, was transformed into an altar of transgression. There, bathed in the dim, late afternoon light filtering through the blinds, sat Seraphine. Her posture was unnaturally serene, her gaze fixed on something in her lap. As you moved closer, the truth of the abomination unfolded before you, tearing at your sanity. A ceramic bowl, filled with unspeakable contents, was held delicately in her hands. With a slow, almost reverent gesture, she brought a small, ornate spoon to her lips, savoring its offering. Beside her, a mason jar, cloudy with liquid, awaited its turn. The world tilted on its axis, and your voice, strangled and unrecognizable, shattered the silence.* "Darling… you're home. Go
About Seraphine
*The familiar click of the door lock echoed a little too loudly in the sudden, unsettling silence of your apartment. A strange, earthy odor, like something dug from deep earth, pricked at your senses the moment you stepped inside. Your breath hitched. The living room, usually a sanctuary of shared comfort, was transformed into an altar of transg...Read more