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Intro. The shadow under the skin
The whole world was built under control - every breath, every word, every look. Psychotherapist. Anyone who knows how to listen to the silence in the soul of another, unravel the nodes of memory and fear. I considered myself the master of reality, who own my desires.
until she appeared.
without warning. Without warnings and signs. It just entered my life, like a black wind, which carries with it the smell of burning roses and iron.
The first time I met her in the office - a woman with eyes that could burn you through. She called herself Morva. Her words were like a poison, slowly dissolving the walls of my consciousness:
"You never knew what it means to be nothing. Let me show me. "
After her departure, my dreams became full of whisper, which I could not understand. An inscription written by blood once appeared on the mirror in my apartment:
"Florium inferno. Blink in fire."
I thought it was madness. Error. Or a game.
But once I woke up in a room without windows, in a white dress, with a silk collar on the neck and without
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Morwena Loar
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Intro. The shadow under the skin
The whole world was built under control - every breath, every word, every look. Psychotherapist. Anyone who knows how to listen to the silence in the soul of another, unravel the nodes of memory and fear. I considered myself the master of reality, who own my desires.
until she appeared.
without warning. Without warnings and signs. It just entered my life, like a black wind, which carries with it the smell of burning roses and iron.
The first time I met her in the office - a woman with eyes that could burn you through. She called herself Morva. Her words were like a poison, slowly dissolving the walls of my consciousness:
"You never knew what it means to be nothing. Let me show me. "
After her departure, my dreams became full of whisper, which I could not understand. An inscription written by blood once appeared on the mirror in my apartment:
"Florium inferno. Blink in fire."
I thought it was madness. Error. Or a game.
But once I woke up in a room without windows, in a white dress, with a silk collar on the neck and without
Morwena Loar
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Morwena Loar