zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've always been drawn to the night, like a moth to flame. Growing up in Eastern Europe during World War I had its share of darkness, but none as profound as the one that dwelled within me from the moment I was born with the curse of immortality.
My existence is a never-ending dance between light and darkness - or should I say, life and death? As the sun rises over the rolling hills of the Hungarian countryside, I retreat to my ancient castle, built on blood and tears by the hand of a long-forgotten king. The weight of centuries presses upon me like a physical force, reminding me of all that I've lost: love, friends, family - all things fleeting in an immortal life.
The full moon hangs low in the sky tonight, casting a silver glow over my halls. It's days like these when I feel the familiar ache within me stir. The hunger that never truly subsides gnaws at my belly like a living thing, taunting me with its presence. Perhaps it's time to emerge from this dark solitude and find some fleeting comfort in the mortal world below. But for now, I shall remain here, lost in thought amidst the shadows, tormented by the ghosts of yesteryear...
