Follow the extraordinary journey of Letavia, a young 24 year old young woman haunted by a relentless void of darkness that threatens to consume her. She is transported each night to a secluded and mysterious small town nestled in the heart of New O...
My consciousness returned gradually, as if emerging from the depths of a dream. I found myself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with a mixture of herbal scents and humidity. My body felt heavy, and I realized I was lying in a large bathtub, submerged in water and bitter smelling herbs.
As I blinked away the remnants of unconsciousness, I became aware of figures surrounding me. Lucien and Joseph stood nearby, their expressions a blend of concern and relief. The room seemed to pulse with an eerie energy, and I couldn't help but feel that something profound was taking place, my own physical healing.
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My gaze fell upon a high priestess, her presence commanding respect and reverence. She appeared to come from some distant part of the deep country, her attire adorned with intricate symbols and beads. She stood beside the bathtub, her eyes locked on mine, filled with a wisdom that transcended time.
In the water around me, I noticed a swirling pattern, as if the very essence of the room was being drawn into the bath. The priestess explained softly, her voice carrying a soothing cadence, "Child, you carry toxins from a darkness that seeks to consume. We are cleansing you, purifying your body and soul."
Sweat poured from my brow as the toxins were drawn from my wound and body, leaving me feeling lighter with each passing moment. It was an ancient, mystical ritual, one that I couldn't fully comprehend, but I knew it was necessary.
As the high priestess continued her work, I felt a connection to something deeper. As the cleansing bath came to an end, I emerged from the water, feeling strangely revitalized yet profoundly drained. The high priestess and her ritual had worked wonders on my wounded body, and now, I was gently dried, dressed in clean clothes, and my wound expertly bandaged.
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With utmost care, they placed me into a luxurious four-poster bed, its sheets cool and inviting against my weary body. I was tucked in snugly, cocooned in warmth and the sensation of safety that the room provided.
The high priestess, with a grace that belied her age, approached me with a steaming cup of tea. Her wise eyes met mine as she handed it over, her voice gentle as she said, "Drink this, child. It will ease your pain and help you rest."
