![shu_mohe44](https://image.tensorartassets.com/cdn-cgi/image/anim=true,w=40,h=40,q=85/users/common/avatar/625145057279752830/570f4e98-188c-541b-06b3-61a4f1fbcf43.png)
shu_mohe44
Published:
It breathed on my neck, a touch so slight, Yet filled my soul with unending fright. Its words were a faint, filled with dread, An enigma cloaked in mystery, inside my head. I felt its gaze, though eyes it had none, A phantom spectator, a ghostly one. It moved like a thought, quick and sly, A spectre in the mist, who refused to die. ,LegendDarkFantasy
Comments