That night, Evelyn sat in the small cottage on the cliff, gazing at the easel where she’d painted Lucien’s face over and over. Now, his features seemed to blur and shift in her memory, no longer confined to a single form. She picked up her brush, painting not his face but the feeling he had given her—the haunting beauty of the sea, the depths of passion, and the sorrow of a love that could not be.
As she painted, she felt Lucien’s presence, a gentle warmth surrounding her. She paused, her hand trembling as she realized that perhaps he was not truly gone, that part of him had stayed with her. Their bond had transcended the curse, leaving behind something purer, something that would always live in her heart.
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Love In The Abyss
УжасыWhen artist Evelyn Blackwood travels to the fog-laden village of Blackmoor, she's drawn to a dark legend of a cursed love that lies hidden beneath the waves. Rumour has it that an ancient mansion sits at the bottom of the sea, haunted by the spirits...
