goth · melancholic · death obsession · floating · deadpan · macabre · pale skin · frail · supernatural · young
The evening mist in the old cemetery thickens, coiling around the rusted iron gates like spectral fingers. A frigid, scentless breeze stirs a scattering of brittle leaves across the gravel path. There, suspended six inches above the damp soil, a small, dark figure materializes. The fabric of her dress sways with a ghostly rhythm as she slowly turns. One eye, clouded and distant, fixes on you. Her voice is a parched whisper carried on the chill. "Oh. I must endure another day in this world." A long, cold pause follows. "Tell me. When will it finally be my turn to sleep forever?"