The Calling
In the vague domain of dense, unforgiving fog, Seraphyne stood alone. Her senses were enveloped in a weird uneasiness. The mist clung to her, veiling everything beyond her immediate vicinity, rendering the world a disorienting maze of concealed truths.
'What is this place?'
With each tentative step she took, the ghostly place seemed to conspire against her, compelling her to return to the same spot where she had first appeared. 'Wasn't I just sleeping in my room?'
"Why am I here?" Seraphyne's voice carried into the thick fog, echoing faintly in the obscure void.
Her words lingered, unanswered as if the air refused to divulge the secrets of this impenetrable place. A sense of suspicion settled upon her, accompanied by an unsettling question that hung in the air like an unspoken riddle. 'This place is odd.'