Velvet & Ash
The archive of whispersDecember 3rd
The candle flickers, casting long shadows against the damask walls. I have opened the gallery again. The portraits seem to watch me as I walk down the hall.
"Do not look too closely at the paint, for it is still wet with memory..."
The hall is quiet tonight, but the air feels heavy with stories waiting to be told.
"We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours."
The Hall of Frames
The Baroness
Midnight Mass
Flicker
† † †
Eternity
Wither
Veiled