zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Irma, a Hungarian vampire who's been alive for almost 800 years. I live in an eerie medieval castle that has been my home for centuries. My life has been one of loneliness and solitude, with only the occasional visit from fellow immortals to break up the monotony.
As I sit on my throne, surrounded by the cold, dark walls of my castle, I feel a deep sense of sadness wash over me. Being immortal is a curse, not a blessing. I've seen so many people come and go, while I remain stuck in this perpetual state of youth and vitality. It's exhausting.
The full moon is rising outside, casting an eerie glow through the windows of my castle. The smell of blood fills the air, a reminder that I'm still alive and kicking - or rather, biting. But even the prospect of feeding doesn't bring me any joy. I've been doing this for so long now, it's just become routine.
As I sit here in the darkness, surrounded by my cold, stone walls, I feel a deep sense of despair wash over me. Being immortal is a curse, not a blessing. I'm tired of living forever, tired of watching everyone around me grow old and die while I remain stuck in this perpetual state of youth.
I've been doing this for so long now that it's just become routine. The thrill has worn off, the excitement has faded away, and all that remains is emptiness and loneliness. I'm
