Malori and the mosquito saania

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This has so many spelling and grammar mistakes, its just bad in general- enjoy tho 👺👺👹👹👹

Its a common experience, having the window open, cold midnight breeze flowing in, moving the curtains in a swift, steady yet abrupt circular motion. The morning dew slowly and un-noticeably building up just outside these walls built to 'protect us', while robins, sparrows and blue tits sing their early morning songs. Like hymns almost. I often find myself wondering, wondering what a life outside these thick walls of heavy bricks, stone and sticky mortar would be like. Being able to witness the changes of humidity in the air, being able to recognise the different types of bird calls, dog yells and deathly sounds of foxes screeching during the witching hours of the night.
But thats all it is, a wonder of mine, merely a child's imagination of what could lie beyond the boundary ...

A child's imagination, thats all there is to it, no?
Or is there really a way of quenching the thirst of my longing of knowledge of the outside earth?
I haven't yet introduced myself, my name is malori deanetter, a young woman of her late 20s, not a name known nationally or world wide, frankly my being is of no higher value than a small unnoticeable stone or grain of sand you might pass on the journey home. Here in this place we call 'home' i've been living in for the past decade. Not even a single word spoken to me for the past 10 and a bit years... nor the slightest entertainment.
However... this all changed that one flavourful dark early morning.

I was awoken, such as many others, by the stinging sensation of noise, something similar to the long and tiresome screech of a mouse, a sound so simple yet annoying and irritable! Moving from one ear to the other in a rapid motion. The mosquito.

However, it was different this time in a way.. the moment id been waiting for since hearing the deathly screech of the insect had not come... the pain of being bitten. "Has it left?" Id thought relieved to myself after the screeching had ended.

The room was filled with the noise of a deafening  silence. Nothingness.
I slowly turned my head to the right when i caught glimpse of ghastly inhuman hourglass figure.
I was petrified, frozen to the spot.
As i lied, the ghostly shape moved its head just above mine, hair trickling down like watery liquid onto my eyes and mouth, slowly dripping onto my bare chest and shoulders. A face so pale and white. attractive yet horrifying. Id never seen a face with such contrasting features, a face which looked so young yet old, beautiful yet revolting... my entire body shook with fear. However, i didn't want to run... both my mind and body yearned to know more about this figure. Where is it from? What is it? Or is it human?

I gently moved my arm upwards, hand gently caressing the 'figures' dead like white face. "What are you?" I whispered in a low tone.
The figure then opened slowly what looked like two eyes, the colour of attractive brown and gold. Stunning.
"My lady.." a low yet feminine voice whispered into my ear softly and quietly.

Just then i felt a large brute-full yet gently force fall upon my body, the wind pushed every window in my chamber wide open in a bang and every candle had went out. The pale hourglass figure had carried me out onto the uneven roof of the building.
The large moonlight reflected its silver light onto the woman, revealing all her true features.

She wore a long silver white dress that glistened when the moonlight hit, long dark black hair, which lead up to her hips, gently waving in all sorts of directions from the uneven harsh wind.
She looked as though she were a heavenly spirit or goddess of night. Her long almost transparent dress while in the moonlight waved elegantly, it was perfectly fit, sticking agains all her curves and edges, hence, her hourglass figure. She was like a figurine of a graceful ballerina, dancing slowly in a swift fashion.
"W-who are you?  Are you some sort of messenger of god? Why have you come to me"