Fallancre Stories

Canvas of Twilight ❲Mortal Muse❳ 🕯 ❝𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝.❞ A new beginning. Pounding echoed in his ears(?), the rhythm matching the frantic beating of his soul. He swiftly turned around, his eyes searching for such noise, and there it was-a door, beckoning him from the darkness. With trembling steps, he cautiously crossed the shadowy expanse, his every movement aching through his skeletal body. As he drew nearer to the door, the feeble light it emitted seemed to mock the surrounding darkness. With a mix of desperation and hope, he reached out, his bony hand trembling as it brushed against the door's surface. The cold metal handle felt like it was stinging his hand. But just as he mustered the strength to twist the handle, sinister snapping sounds shattered the stillness. The noises seemed to circle him, closing in, and panic gripped his chest. His realization-the door refused to yield to his desperate attempts. In his frantic attempts to escape the encroaching darkness, he suddenly stumbled and lost his footing. Without warning, he plummeted into a deep pit, swallowed by its unforgiving embrace. The darkness engulfed him.