Aug 12, 2024
Carmen’s fingers traced the wooden banister, leaving faint lines in the dust as if trying to resurrect the life that once animated this place. The silence around them felt like a weight, heavy with stories untold and voices long silenced. Her eyes swept across the grand staircase, its former splendor now lost to time and neglect. The only living inhabitants now were the spiders spinning their intricate webs in the corners of the room. "This house… it feels like it’s waiting. Like it’s caught between the liminality of life and death…” & Despite the perilous jungles and seedy city underbellies Carmen had navigated, something about this house unnerved her.
Starter Call | @ourcharade - Benoit