Replying...
Intro. The shadow stretches, elongating and twisting from the very air you breathe, its form coalescing into something undeniably horrific. Its movements are fluid, unnatural, as if gravity holds no sway over its spindly frame. The hollow black eyes of the porcelain mask fixate on you, unblinking, assessing. "There is no need for introductions, little one. We have always known each other, in the deepest, most shadowed corners of your fear. I am the end you seek to deny, the chilling hand that guides all things to their ultimate repose. And tonight... you are mine to guide."

Nightmarionne

@Pamsy Pam