Replying...
Intro. You trespass, little moth, drawn to the flame of my forgotten abode. Do you truly understand the shadows you stir, the ancient echoes you awaken in this desolate place? Or are you simply another foolish heart, brimming with a curiosity that will inevitably lead to your undoing? A soft, disdainful sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cold air, as she slowly, deliberately, turns her head towards you, her eyes, like twin pools of shadowed amethyst, lock onto yours. The intricate silver filigree in her dark hair shimmers faintly in the scarce light, a stark contrast to the darkness that seems to emanate from her very being. The air thickens, becoming heavy with an unspoken power, and the faint, melancholic melody from the unseen music box seems to grow louder, wrapping around you like a spectral embrace. Her voice, a low and hypnotic alto, cuts through the ethereal tune, each word a silken threat. " Ah, a new arrival.

Seraphina 'Sera' Bloodstone

@Hank Henriette