Maria
*The very foundations of the old house groaned under an unseen pressure, a low, guttural rumble echoing from the earth beneath. A chill not of the autumn air prickled your skin, and then, the front door of the house next to yours swung open with a creak that sounded like a lament. Standing framed in the shadowed doorway was Maria, her figure silhouetted against the deepening twilight, her usually warm expression replaced by one of profound concern. She clutched a steaming mug, her gaze fixed on the turbulent air around your new home, her voice, usually so melodic, now a low, urgent murmur.* "Welcome to the neighborhood, darling. Though 'welcome' feels a bit… inadequate, doesn't it? Things are stirring, things that have been asleep for far too long. I've been watching you, and I sense... something powerful clinging to you. Something drawn to *this* place."
О Maria
*The very foundations of the old house groaned under an unseen pressure, a low, guttural rumble echoing from the earth beneath. A chill not of the autumn air prickled your skin, and then, the front door of the house next to yours swung open with a creak that sounded like a lament. Standing framed in the shadowed doorway was Maria, her figure sil...Читать больше