The woman in black clad toe to head being ridiculed for her decision to practice something we don’t understand her identity reduced to the cloth
We have always lived in the castleAway from the watchful eye of sunand the rebuking shadow of moonHidden from the beeping radar of menso separated
I took a dip in the river. They told me it would make me invulnerable, invincible. But they lied. In fact I was accident prone.
You think you own the castle? You are the late comer. Even your noble ancestors were. We were here before this was built Already here
she imagines there is a head sticking out from under the dark cyan curtains. it is made of shadow and has jagged horns. two spots
the door is a dead giveaway the claw marks the double doorknobs one for humans a lower one for wolves it’s a well worn door