Whispers in the air
demons plead for their feeding
I am not alone.
A story worth telling 🖤
How does it work?
Yes, watch the shadows
Chilling and atmospheric. Great tension in so few words.
in this case I guess you wish you were alone
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Comments (3)
Yes, watch the shadows
Chilling and atmospheric. Great tension in so few words.
in this case I guess you wish you were alone