A Dance With Death

A face emerges from the soil, a pale blue eye opening up just as he says this, searching for the source of the noise. She sees him, looks into him, awakened after many years of sleep. “The things we don’t mean to do often have incredible consequences,” a voice, half-demonic, half-angelic, whispers from the ground.

The Sleepless Part II

A boy sitting in an empty mansion beneath a chandelier. Instead of light fixtures, three hanging bodies would be smeared above him, their ashen forms slipping into their shadows cast by an ebony moon. 

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