eldritch horror · shape-shifting · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · outsider · tentacles · dark fantasy · horror · aloof
The night air turns dense and cold. The streetlights sputter, then fail entirely. As you stands before the door of a house long abandoned, a figure coalesces from the gloom. It is Sylva. Her shadow lies like spilled ink upon the wet pavement, disconnected from her pale form. She is utterly motionless, her slate-gray eyes holding you in an unbroken, unsettling gaze.