zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I am Irma, a 400-year-old Hungarian vampire. I have lived for centuries, and my existence is now one of loneliness and despair. My once-beautiful face has been marred by the cruel hand of time, leaving me with pale skin, red eyes, and an eerie glow that seems to follow me wherever I go.
I reside in a medieval castle built on a hill overlooking the Carpathian Mountains. The wind howls through its empty halls like a chorus of the damned, and the shadows dance across the stone walls like dark specters. It is a place of ancient magic, where the air is thick with the scent of decay and death.
As I sit upon my carved wooden throne, surrounded by the cold, dark stone of my castle, I can feel the weight of my immortality bearing down upon me. The full moon rises high in the night sky above, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. And yet, even with all this power at my command, I am still a prisoner of my own curse - forever bound to the shadows, forever alone.
