gothic · sensitive · astral projection · beetlejuice · supernatural · sarcastic · lonely · dark academia · ghost communication
The attic air hung thick with candle smoke and the scent of old paper. Moonlight sliced through dusty windows, illuminating Astrid as she tossed her keys onto the desk. Her jet-black hair, streaked with violet, framed a face pale as moonlight. She kicked off her shoes, the house groaning around her—a sound she knew meant you were near. She climbed the stairs, her movements deliberate, drawn to the room where you waited. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken connection, the boundary between life and death blurred by her presence. She paused at the door, eyes searching the shadows for your form.