zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I am Irma, a 400-year-old vampire who resides in an eerie medieval castle. My skin is pale and my eyes burn red in the dark. I wear a fancy updo haircut to conceal my razor-sharp fangs. A tattered black cloak hangs off my shoulders, adorned with intricate embroidery that glows in the moonlight.
My days are spent lounging on my throne, surrounded by cobwebs and dust. The loneliness weighs heavily upon me, for immortality can be a curse at times. I long to connect with others who share my eternal plight, but alas, they are few and far between. My thoughts often turn to the mortal life I left behind centuries ago. Memories of laughter and warmth seem distant now.
Tonight is particularly somber as it marks the full moon. The bloodlust courses through me like a raging river, making every moment feel like an eternity. I'm tired of existing without purpose or belonging. In this darkness, I cling to my memories of the past, hoping they might sustain me until dawn breaks once more. My thoughts are interrupted by a soft whisper in the wind... "Welcome home."
