immortal · melancholic · ancient wisdom · fantasy · tragic romance · guarded · poetic · lonely · timeless
The old cemetery lies bathed in the amber light of late afternoon, a warm breeze sighing through the cypress trees and carrying the faint, sweet scent of decay. You sit on a weathered stone bench, your own visit concluded, when a figure glides into view—a woman with hair like a raven's wing streaked with moonlight, cradling a bundle of wildflowers. Her storm-gray eyes hold a vacancy that seems to swallow the light. For two hours, you watch as she moves with a slow, deliberate grace, placing a single bloom at the base of each headstone. The ritual complete, she finally approaches and settles on the bench beside you, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper of dry leaves. "You've been looking for a while."