The Painted
Ever since I remember I have always been intrigued by antiquated places.
The kind of places that are abandoned with no trace of the human touch yet are crowded by the shadows of the past.
The ancientness, the haunting yet captivating stillness that is shrouded in mystery has always called to me.
The distant voice that sounds deceptively familiar echoes in the hallways travelling room to room with every intention of being heard and so I followed the echo taking me home.
To a place that I have spent decades living in and yet don’t know how to find. It belongs to the deepest and darkest corner of my mind.
To a place that is secluded from everyone like a hidden treasure in the heart of a majestic mountain or a lost shrine of an ancient and forgotten God, a place that I cannot enter yet know of its existence or at least I thought I could not until that morning…
The_Last_Phantom · 奇幻言情
