IT WAS QUIET HERE. serene, almost --- oddly placed between the fabric of space & time. No hands desperately clawed, no demons feasting on souls ; the silence was nearly eerie in the eyes of the vessel, yet it is wholly welcomed. Bruised fingers run along dusty spines, carefully investigate the cover of books. The lack of living & dead leaves this place lost to age, it would appear. A nook, forgotten. Dead eyes raise as unseen skeletal talons turn her attention, expression void even as she observes another come into this sanctum. ( maybe she’s dead, too. )
“ you don’t smell like death, but you don’t feel alive. “
[ @doesntlie ]