It started with visions, fragments of memories that weren't hers. Dark whispers in the dead of night, urging her to give in, to let the shadows consume her. She fought them, every day, every night, with every fiber of her being. Yet, with each passing day, the battle seemed to grow more futile.
It started with visions, fragments of memories that weren't hers. Dark whispers in the dead of night, urging her to give in, to let the shadows consume her. She fought them, every day, every night, with every fiber of her being. Yet, with each passing day, the battle seemed to grow more futile.
