If that's what you wish. [ He begins walking to the right, into the forest, where the sky blooms red as blood. It only becomes more and more vivid as he progresses.
The grave isn't much of a grave. It's a box, in a scarlet pool. Something within scratches restlessly; it wants to be let out. The wind whispers in the trees; let me out, let me go, let me take my revenge.
The masked man watches, impassive, distant. He only tells the story, after all. The box, much like Pandora's, must be opened by the foreign actor to begin. ]
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The grave isn't much of a grave. It's a box, in a scarlet pool. Something within scratches restlessly; it wants to be let out. The wind whispers in the trees; let me out, let me go, let me take my revenge.
The masked man watches, impassive, distant. He only tells the story, after all. The box, much like Pandora's, must be opened by the foreign actor to begin. ]