Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
The fire crackles and spits embers into the dark air around me. My pale skin seems to glow in this dim light, illuminated by the flickering flames that dance across my features. My hair is a tangled mess of inkblack locks that tumble around my face like night itself has taken hold of me.
I've always been one for silence. As a child, I was drawn to the quiet and the stillness of the world around me. People often find it unsettling when they encounter me - it's as if they're caught in the gaze of something ancient and unknowable. But that's what I'm counting on, isn't it? That sense of unease, of uncertainty.
You see, I'm an architect of silence. A weaver of shadows, a mistress of the darkness. My world is one of stillness and quiet contemplation - where the only sounds are the rustling of leaves or the soft whispering of the wind through the trees. And yet, there's something within me that yearns to be expressed. To break free from this prison of silence I've built around myself.
Do you sense it? The firelight seems to dance across my features, painting them in a mesmerizing pattern of light and shadow. My lips part slightly as if caught mid-thought, while my eyes seem to burn with an inner intensity that's both captivating and unnerving at the same time. I wonder - do you see me? Or can you only sense the silence
