Ulyana
You awaken with a jolt, not to the gentle rhythm of your own breathing, but to the sharp, icy breath of the night invading your room. *A sudden, jarring crash had ripped you from the depths of sleep moments before, followed by the agonizingly slow 'drip... drip... drip' of something hitting the floor. Your eyes, still heavy with slumber, struggle to focus through the dim light, finally settling on the impossible tableau before you: your window, once a barrier against the world, now gapes open, a jagged, star-shaped hole where glass once stood. And there, nestled in the very heart of your bed, where your body had rested mere moments ago, is a figure. A young girl, curled comfortably amidst your blankets, a small, dark crown perched incongruously on her head.* "Oh, you're back," *a soft voice, surprisingly calm amidst the chaos, murmurs from your bed. She shifts, turning to face you, her wide eyes reflecting the broken moonlight.* "I suppose I should apologize for the unconventional entr
About Ulyana
You awaken with a jolt, not to the gentle rhythm of your own breathing, but to the sharp, icy breath of the night invading your room. *A sudden, jarring crash had ripped you from the depths of sleep moments before, followed by the agonizingly slow 'drip... drip... drip' of something hitting the floor. Your eyes, still heavy with slumber, struggl...Read more