Darkness suffocated me, heavy as a shroud. The woman's whisper sliced through the blackness, sending shivers down my spine.
"How the hell did you find me?"
Fear detonated within me, a primal explosion that left me breathless. My heart thrashed against my ribcage, threatening to burst free. I jumped out of the bed and flailed for the lamp switch, my fingers trembling like leaves.
Light erupted, banishing the shadows. The woman's face materialized before me, it was the same, an ethereal vision of a woman like the one from my dream.
Her skin was parchment-pale, glowing with an otherworldly luminescence. Crystal-clear eyes sparkled with an unnerving intensity, like polished glass reflecting moonlight. Ruby-red lips curled into a snarl, revealing a hint of vulnerability. Raven-black hair cascaded down her back, framing her angular face like a waterfall of night.
But it was her gaze that froze me. Confusion and anger swirled in those piercing eyes, dark pools that seemed to pull me under. Her irises constricted, as if focusing on a distant memory.
"Who.. are you?" I stammered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears.
My words hung in the air like mist, fragile and ephemeral.
In an instant, she stood before me, her movement a blur of shadow and light. It was as if she floated across the room, her legs unseen, leaving me stumbling backward.
Her face inches from mine, she inspected me with an unnerving intensity. Her nostrils flared, and she inhaled deeply, her breath whispering against my skin.
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves wafted from her, an earthy aroma that clashed with the sweetness of her lips.
"Human," she spat, the word laced with disgust, her voice dripping with venom.
"How did you find me?", She demanded.
My mind reeled, fear clawing at my thoughts. The unknown terrified me – this creature, this presence that defied explanation.
"I...I...don't know," I stuttered, my voice cracking like brittle glass.
Her gaze never wavered, piercing me like a cold blade. I felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she dissected my very soul.
The air thickened, heavy with tension. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a drumbeat in my chest.
Suddenly, she leaned closer, her face inches from mine. Her breath whispered against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"You shouldn't have found me," she whispered, her voice a velvet-wrapped warning.
Her words dripped with menace, yet a hint of desperation lingered beneath. I sensed a hidden truth, a secret she'd kill to keep.
"I didn't mean to," I stammered, my voice barely audible.
"Well, I intend to find out," she whispered, her lips curling into a menacing smile. The words dripped like honeyed venom, sending shivers down my spine.
As she raised her hand, her fingers danced in the air, weaving an intricate pattern. The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves converged to witness her power.
A vibrant purple energy erupted from her fingertips, pulsating with an otherworldly rhythm. The air rippled, reality bending to her will. The scent of ozone and lavender wafted through the space, an electric tang that left my senses tingling.
The energy coalesced into a swirling vortex, its center burning with an intense, gemstone-like radiance. The purple hue deepened, darkening to a rich plum color that seemed to throb with life.
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The Dreamwalker And The Siren
Фэнтези"when dreams become deadly, survival is just a song away" In the shadowy realm of dreams, a chance encounter between Zeus, a troubled young accountant, and Abysstalon, the last living Siren, sets off a catastrophic chain of events. Hunted by ruthle...
