Elizabeth
The greatest gift
you can give someone
you can give someone
She may not have been expecting a response, but the chilling invasion of the spirits was a horror come to life. Their screams were the first warning, a piercing sound that reached deep into her ears even as she covered them with hands and cloth. Next, the darkness took on a new life as light and warmth vanished from her and her surroundings. It leeched from her body painfully, ripping it from her heart and causing an ache to settle in her bones. Finally, her gasp was sharp, shredding her throat as claws snagged at her hair, clothing, and skin like sharpened icicles. Elizabeth attempted to protect her body, but the spirits found every opening; pulling, tearing.
Her own scream welled up in her chest, yet it was drowned out by the chorus of shrill howls taking root in her mind. She couldn't focus on anything other than the freezing that settled in her bones and the deafening ring that slowly overpowered every other sense. By the time the spirits had tired with tormenting her, Elizabeth lay curled on the ground, blanketed in darkness. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, laced in pain that wracked her body into uncontrollable shivers. She didn't notice their departure as much an instinctual desire to escape the space finally prompted her to rise from the floor. Unsurprisingly, the cold and ringing linger, a reminder of her failure to entice Safrin's attention.
[FIN]
Her own scream welled up in her chest, yet it was drowned out by the chorus of shrill howls taking root in her mind. She couldn't focus on anything other than the freezing that settled in her bones and the deafening ring that slowly overpowered every other sense. By the time the spirits had tired with tormenting her, Elizabeth lay curled on the ground, blanketed in darkness. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, laced in pain that wracked her body into uncontrollable shivers. She didn't notice their departure as much an instinctual desire to escape the space finally prompted her to rise from the floor. Unsurprisingly, the cold and ringing linger, a reminder of her failure to entice Safrin's attention.
[FIN]
is the space to be his or her
authentic self.
authentic self.
