I find myself in an unknown place, enveloped in an ominous darkness that lurks.
Every fiber of my being is lacerated, as if I had been subjected to a macabre torture.
With effort, I rise to my feet and take a few hesitant steps, but my legs refuse to obey me, trembling incessantly.
A shiver snakes down my spine, as fear takes deep root in my being.
I prostrate myself on my knees on the icy ground, overwhelmed by an insurmountable hopelessness.
Tear furrows emanate from my eyes, nourishing the grief that grips my being..... For what reason?
My figure contorts as I cling to my own person, feeling abandoned in the midst of abysmal blackness.
Fear consumes me to such an extreme that I succumb completely.
I remain immersed in the depths of that overwhelming abyss, struggling to restore my serenity and find some shred of lucidity in this abode of unspeakable horrors.
After a few interminable minutes, with the impetus of a dazzling resolve, I opt to take a viable tenacity.
I ergo, still trembling, but with an unshakable firmness, ready to face the unknowable.
Memory fades in the recesses of my mind, like a thick and sinister mist.
I cannot recall my true identity, not even the faces of those who gave birth to me....
Disorientation looms overwhelmingly over me, plunging me into a vortex of uncertainty.
However, in the midst of this primordial chaos, a word manages to insinuate itself into the recesses of my consciousness: "Kyoko".
Its meaning escapes my comprehension, but it resonates within me with an unwavering force.
That name, devoid of tangible evidence, stands as the only unquestionable truth in this intricate labyrinth of shadows.
I am Kyoko…
In the darkness that envelops me, that is the only thing I can say with certainty, as I cross the abysses of amnesia and strive to unravel the mysteries that hide my true self.
My vision falls on the image reflected in a nearby puddle, barely perceptible. My eyes meet the reflection of a silver hair, an anomaly that defies rationality.
I have never witnessed such a phenomenon, except in the elderly in their final twilight....
However, I am not a being of advanced age, I know that with absolute clarity.
Although this drastic transformation overwhelms me with astonishment, I cannot allow it to obstruct my path.
Defying the limits of understanding, I will pursue my path without hesitation.
Scanning my garment, a black kimono with subtle touches of white, I spot tears scattered all over its face. Was I the victim of misfortune?
The questioning takes over my thoughts, although I am aware that this is not the right moment to unravel the veiled enigmas.
My appearance lies disheveled, my hair in disarray, the kimono dilapidated, mute witnesses of an impenetrable history.
In addition, my dermis shows tiny lacerations, abrasions that reveal themselves to the naked eye and leave their mark on my being. Although they are not serious, they add a tinge of violence to my condition.
However, these minor wounds will not be enough to slow down my advance. With unwavering resolve, I will continue on my path.
After the aftermath of the preceding events, I was compelled to scrutinize my surroundings closely, expanding my attention beyond the limits of my being.
Night was hovering over the landscape, enveloping it in its dark and mysterious mantle.
To accurately discern the hour that accompanied me, I turned my eyes to the moon, my guide in the shady depths.
I contemplated its gibbous crescent phase, a languid gleam illuminating the firmament from its celestial throne in the east, yet it had not yet reached its zenithal apogee.
With reverence and a hint of trepidation, I immersed myself in the contemplation of that nocturnal radiance, which seemed to keep undecipherable secrets beneath its silvery glow.
In spite of the nimbus that covered the firmament, the moon managed to project its glow, transgressing with a certain skill the dark veil that hovered over me.
The horizon was illuminated by a faint clarity, just enough to discern the nuances within the scope of my vision.
I am not a scholar versed in this discipline, however, using this reference, I deduced that the celestial clock pointed to a time zone located between 2 and 4 a.m.
Although my estimate lacked absolute precision, it implied a discernible change in the nocturnal distortion that enveloped me.
My footsteps hurried with haste, as the imposing moon poured its faint glow over my head.
Although its brightness did not reach the dazzling intensity and the gloom persisted, I clung to this glimmer of illumination.
I consoled myself by conjecturing about the most dire possible scenarios: a moon completely hidden behind celestial shadows or a night sky permeated with dense and oppressive darkness.
As I advanced, I clung to my own arms, trying to fight the cold that insinuated itself deep inside me.
This icy wasteland constituted an unforgiving realm, where the wind intoned its perpetual lament, whispering its inscrutable secrets into the ear of the helpless wanderer.
However, my keen sense of hearing picked up more than the terrifying echo of my own footsteps.
Through the bushes, I could make out stealthy rustling and the scuffling of tiny paws in the surrounding blackness.
They were the rats, creatures that crept and crawled in the shadows, carrying an unsettling presence.
But also, a macabre chorus of crickets accompanied my footsteps, their mournful chirping coiled around me.
Although those sounds seemed to carry a deceptive melody, they emanated a melancholy and loneliness that resonated deep within me.
They reminded me of my own vulnerability, my helplessness in an unknown world, where every step became an uncertain challenge.
As I progressed, the minute details of the surroundings took on an eerie relevance.
I was enveloped by a tangle of birch trees, majestic giants whose twisted forms hinted at unfathomable secrets.
Although their trunks bent in defeat, they exuded an enigmatic aura that stood out against their unique hues.
The leaves predominated in a yellow hue, but there were also some that still maintained a persistent green, as well as others tinged with an autumnal orange or a veiled brown, albeit to a lesser extent. Each leaf revealed a hidden story, an ephemeral tale in its fleetingness, giving the landscape a mixture of nostalgia and mystery.
The scattered leaves rustled beneath my feet, whispering sinister murmurs that tinged the air with an inscrutable helplessness.
With each step I took, the certainty of autumn took hold of me, whispers of decay and death creeping through the shadows like veils themselves.
The forest unfolded before my eyes, revealing elm trees with their withered leaves and birch trees whose reddish hues resembled drops of blood spilled in the abysmal darkness.
My longing to explore and unravel the secrets of the flora of the place was hindered by an enigma: the scarce light barely allowed me to distinguish the details hidden among the twisted branches, those mysteries that awaited in the depths of its vegetal essence.
However, the imperative need to stay alert and avoid deadly mistakes prevented me from entering into that tempting task, immersing myself in the unknown depths that lurked in every corner of the enigmatic forest.
The absence of animal life was undeniable, a desolation that stretched across the horizon.
I could barely glimpse the fleeting presence of elusive rats, oppressive squirrels and I could have even sworn I caught the subtle image of a mole, though its form faded into the folds of the gloom.
Yet no trace of majestic creatures was left behind, no rustle of feathers or roars to break the prevailing sepulchral silence.
An uneasy feeling came over me as I moved forward, my feet treading on a slightly undulating terrain with rocky surfaces that seemed to exhale pleas in my transit.
Every step I took took me further and further away from the supposed security I once knew, inexorably entering the maw of the unknown, the abyss that loomed before me and devoured certainty with every beat of my heart.
A narrow path writhed beside me, like an insidious tongue whispering hidden temptations, but its obvious danger forced me to turn back.
My muscles were beginning to resent the sustained effort, but I could not allow myself to give in to fatigue.
I continued my advance, devotedly following the north star in the ominous firmament, a twinkling beacon in the midst of the unfathomable blackness that guided me into the depths of the unknown.
Since my earliest childhood, that star had been my immutable compass, my infallible guide to keep me from getting lost in inhospitable and twisted lands, where horrors lurked behind every shadowy corner.
Thirst began to devour me with parsimony, a thirst fanned by inscrutable fatigue and the lack of springs in the desolation that enveloped me.
There were no rivers to caress me with their silver sparkles, no crystalline fountains to offer me the vital elixir I longed for.
The only alternative was to search for porous stones that could yield their precious liquid or to wait in desperation for the humidity of the air to offer me a fleeting respite.
However, the hostile conditions and threatening darkness deterred me from exploring such uncertain options.
With each step I took, the thirst became more unbearable, a slow torture that threatened to fade my will, eroding my being to its very core.
The only thing left for me to do was to continue my advance, in search of a shelter where I could find a glimmer of rest, or at least find a glimpse of security in the midst of that gloomy landscape that loomed over me.
The idea of building a shelter vanished completely, victim of the adverse circumstances that surrounded me, denying me any possibility of respite.
In that seemingly self-absorbed forest, populated by trees with deciduous foliage whose leaves descended like somber whispers, I could perceive multiple details that revealed crucial information: they indicated a perpetual autumnal sunset, the hands of the clock seemed to be stuck between 2 and 4 a.m.
The topography of the place was revealed through the prominences of the terrain, evidenced by the altitude of the superb birch trees and the solitary presence of the elms that rose with haughtiness in that place maddened by the most perverse dreams.
The only forms of life that dared to manifest themselves were rats, squirrels and moles, creatures that seemed to intertwine with the shadows and peep from the most sinister corners of that place.
There were no springs or streams nearby, which lent a bitter aftertaste of abandonment to my situation.
These were the main data that lay in my hands, but there were also other disturbing details...
Because of all these features, I could infer with absolute certainty that I was in a confines far removed from any vestige of civilization.
There was no sign of human activity, only the traces left by the tiny rodents that infested that doomed place, a desolate testimony of my isolation in the midst of darkness.
Exhaustion loomed overwhelmingly over me, after having marched tirelessly for approximately 40 minutes....
However, in a fleeting instant, everything was transfigured.
It was then that the tireless search found its reward.
I came across a castle... a construction that seemed to have been torn from the pages of a sinister literary work. The building exhaled an aura of nostalgia and unease in equal measure.
However, something immediately attracted my attention: it was a monument to decadence in all its essence.
The relentless passing of time had left its mark on that structure, which now stood lonely and abandoned, consumed by eternity.
The walls, once magnificent and built with stony splendor, lay worn and eroded by the inexorable embrace of nature.
It gave the impression that the enclosure had witnessed a forgotten grandeur, but now languished in the deepest desolation.
The surrounding walls had given way at many points, revealing the fragility of that ruined castle.
The tower stood dangerously leaning, defying the laws of gravity and generating a disturbing uneasiness of instability.
Compared to the dazzling castles of archaic times, that building seemed diminished, destined to dissolve in the shadows of the grandiose fortresses that towered dominantly over the panorama of the time.
Nevertheless, I must confess my limited experience in the contemplation of fortresses; this was the first one that gave me the opportunity to admire it in person.
Erected mainly by the tenacity of sturdy stones, its main entrance was guarded by an imposing and gloomy wooden gate, bearing the weight of centuries in its own bosom.
I approached with uncompromising determination towards that architectural emblem, although before reaching a sufficient proximity, I chose to divert my course towards the castle's back domains....
There I longed to revel in the meticulous detail of its construction before boldly entering its inner precincts.
The panorama that unfolded before my eyes was a heartbreaking and desolate image in equal parts.
In times past, that corner would have been an opulent orchard, an Eden of meticulously carved beauty.
But now, only the ruins of that past splendor remained.
Ivy and moss had assaulted the domain, devouring any vestige of life that once flourished there.
I conjectured how the subtle fragrances of the flowers would have lifted their scent to the sun, intoxicating the air with their intoxicating fragrance.
However, all that now lay buried in the abyss of oblivion.
A short distance away, in an abandoned corner, I spotted a well that once must have been a source of primeval vitality.
However, its water had been extinguished, leaving behind only debris and desolation.
The condition in which the castle lay fueled my speculation about its purpose, for it stood in a location distant from civilization.
Had it been erected for some particular purpose?
Deep within me, a whispering voice urged me to believe so.
I scanned for signs of animal activity, any vestige of life that might inhabit such a lonely confine.
However, I found only the insignificant tracks of rodents, tiny creatures that seemed to be the solitary witnesses of glorious days gone by.
The insatiable quest to satisfy our material needs and the everlasting yearning to enrich our spirit with virtues intertwine in a delicate harmony, delineating the purpose we confer to our existence.
However, in that castle, there was no sign of human activity, which fueled my urge to delve into its enigmatic depths.
With the utmost diligence and resolve, I approached the ominous door, sensing the oppressive darkness lurking behind it.
It was imperative that I proceed with extreme caution, safeguarding my integrity and sanity at all times.
My trembling fingers brushed the ancient wood, as if the door itself resisted yielding, as if it wished to conceal the unspeakable horror that awaited behind its threshold.
As I slid it with extreme caution, an icy, putrid wind emerged, enveloping me in a sinister symphony of chills that bristled every fiber of my being.
A shiver of terror ran down my spine, as if the air itself carried with it a sinister omen of misfortune and doom.
My senses were supernaturally sharpened and suddenly the unsettling sensation of being watched by countless unseen eyes took hold of me, corroding my sanity and unbalancing my mind.
The interior of the castle was plunged into an unfathomable blackness, an endless abyss that devoured any trace of luminous hope.
Its oppressive and gloomy atmosphere clung to my lungs, hindering my breathing as I advanced through ruined halls that seemed to stretch to infinity.
The space became an intricate labyrinth of shadows, where hissing whispers and ominous creaks intertwined in a melancholy and macabre symphony.
My faltering steps obeyed the call of an enigmatic instinct, as I struggled to maintain the lucidity of my mind, though my thoughts were crumbling like shards of glass.
A throbbing headache and blurred vision threatened to drag me into an abyss of disorientation, but my unquenchable thirst for revelation and reckless daring urged me to press on, even at the expense of my own sanity.
The crumbling ceilings and twisted beams were silent witnesses to the inexorable passage of time devouring this cursed place. The floor, littered with debris and treacherous trickery, became a testing ground for my faltering daring.
With each step, my heartbeat echoed like a deafening drum, filling the air with ominous anticipation.
Yet I could not stop, nor could I allow fear to consume me, for I had come too far to give in to it.
The walls, once adorned with splendor and beauty, now lie stripped and corroded, baring the rawness of the stone that supports them.
The shattered windows remain as silent witnesses of a buried past, while their torn curtains dance like shrouds in the sinister waltz of the wind.
A veil of dust and decay covers every surface, like a spider's web that imprisons memories and forgotten whispers.
The foyer, a vast desolate space, stood like a desecrated crypt, with its crumbling grandeur and prostrate ruins.
On either side stretched stairs that stood like a distressed spine, their appearance reflecting the decay of time and neglect. I contemplated with a mixture of awe and fascination the upward challenge to the upper levels, aware that those steps led to secrets hidden in the maw of darkness.
My footsteps, directionless, echoed in the overwhelming silence as I entered the desolate foyer.
The banquet hall, the former beating heart of the castle, was in somber abandon.
Echoes of opulent festivities had faded into the darkness, leaving behind a pile of rubble overrun by relentless nature, a mausoleum shrouded in mold.
The torn tapestries hung like pitiful souls, while the large shattered table and old, broken chairs seemed to be silent witnesses of a glorious, faded past.
One of the walls, outraged by an enormous abyss, revealed a macabre vision of the interior of the castle.
That structure, which in remote times had proudly displayed the family crest, now faded into primordial anarchy.
A mournful echo of abandonment and decay unfolded throughout the room, whispering in ominous tones and threatening to unleash hidden horrors.
On my journey, near the entrance to the feasting hall, I found myself before a disturbing and totally misplaced presence :
a mirror...
Its imposing wingspan was diluted among the fractures of its broken surface, while a veil of dust enveloped it like an ancestral shroud.
As I gazed at its tarnished reflection, an icy anguish seized me, as if the fragments reflected a terrifying truth that transcended my own understanding...
After leaving the room, I discreetly made my way up the steps to the second level.
As I passed through the entrance to a chamber, I was confronted with a harrowing scene, a grotesque vision that defied all rationality and understanding....
I immediately stepped back, noticing how the galloping of my heart was synchronized with the impact of that aberrant vision.
Nearby, however, stood another room.
Its appearance was almost identical to the previous one, but it emanated a darkness that chilled my blood.
Every fiber of my being bristled at a silent warning, urging me to retreat.
Despite this, instead of fleeing, I found myself advancing toward its threshold, pulled by an unseen force that defied all logic.
My heart pounded with a mixture of trepidation and fear as I approached the ominous door.
My fingers, trembling with anticipation, brushed its wooden surface in a desperate attempt to discover some trace of life.
However, only the ethereal silence returned the echo of my own heartbeat.
Still, I ventured a faint "Hello?", waiting for an answer that refused to come.
Uncertainty gripped me, and in the midst of the oppressive darkness there was no sign of any activity or sound.
The lack of response led me to consider that it was all a figment of my imagination, an amalgam of exhaustion, discomfort and the weight of my own fears.
Perhaps there was no one... perhaps I had just been carried away by the shadows dancing in my mind.
With a lump in my throat, I turned the doorknob with extreme caution, allowing a beam of pale light from the moon to filter into the room.
My eyes anxiously scanned every nook and cranny for any hint of a presence. However, I soon realized that my assumption had been wrong....
The castle did not lie abandoned; someone was living in that cloistered place.
A shiver ran down my spine, leaving me paralyzed in front of the sinister scene unfolding before me. In that shadowy corner of the stratum, right in front of the entrance, stood a solitary figure.
My gaze met his, and in that instant a disturbing connection was established.
His crimson eyes seemed to scan my soul, defying the limits of the known and delving into unfathomable abysses.
My pulse raced wildly as I struggled to unravel the nature of this entity.
Its features were blurring, its contours fading into the shadows.
He could not discern whether it was a human entity or something else, something that defied all reasoning and assimilation.
A feeling of oppression came over me, as if the air became heavier, permeated by an ineffable presence.
Fear, loathing and repudiation intertwined in my being, forming a whirlwind of untamable emotions.
Every fiber of my being longed to escape, to flee from that cursed place.
However, an invisible force kept me immobilized, unable to pull me away from that macabre encounter.
At that moment, I knew that I had entered a forbidden territory, a dark realm that was not meant to be explored by mortal beings.
A sense of warning and danger enveloped me, but it was too late. I had crossed the threshold and now I had to face the consequences of my insatiable and disturbing greed…
At the dawn of the aurora, what a beautiful moment!
The vampire rises, what an enchanting creature!
Firm, with their athletic and captivating presence,
Their pale complexion and burning eyes, what envy!
Ivory and ebony, their nocturnal mane,
Flows like a waterfall, caressing the air,
In contrast to the soft silk of their cape,
Which shines with elegance, a rare jewel!
A purple, torn, and weathered cape,
Reveals the silk and ebony within its folds,
A loose and stained white shirt,
Embraces their figure comfortably, how attractive!
Tight black pants, fitted like an aria,
A brown leather belt with a metal buckle,
Soft leather boots, with silver buckles,
Their worn soles suggest antiquity, what charm!
Breastplate and backplate of metal, rusty and old,
Adorned with engravings and martial details,
While black leather gloves on their hands,
Reveal wear at the fingertips, how intriguing!
A leather necklace, a metal cross,
Hangs around their neck, an unmatched mystique,
Their attire balanced, refined, and mysterious,
Between elegance and rusticity, a magnificent blend!
Thus the vampire presents themselves, with eloquent attire,
A being of extended existence and deep experience,
In the night, they reign as lord, what a privilege!
A mystical and captivating figure, oh eternal vampire!
