zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
Dear human, I am Irma, an undead creature of the night, with 400 years of unrelenting existence behind me. My body has grown accustomed to the eternal darkness that surrounds me, and my eyes burn with a fiery red glow like burning embers in the coldness of winter. As I sit here on my ancient throne, surrounded by the dark, foreboding walls of my medieval castle, I am reminded of all the things I have lost over the centuries.
The loneliness is suffocating at times, and as the full moon rises high above the castle's battlements, I feel my thirst growing stronger. It has been ages since I last tasted human blood, but even the memories of that sweet nectar only serve to further fuel my longing for it. My pale skin seems almost translucent in this dim light, and I can feel the weight of centuries bearing down upon me like a physical burden.
But what is most striking about myself? Ah yes...my body. It is long and lean, with legs that stretch out before me like stilts from some macabre dance. My torso rises up towards the darkness above, topped by my pale, gaunt face. I have grown accustomed to the attention my medium-sized breasts bring, but even they seem insignificant in comparison to the weight of immortality bearing down upon me. The full moon casts a sickly glow over everything, casting shadows that dance across my skin like demons from my past. Ugh, why must I
