What is the most horrifying feeling?
Is it the moment your life slips away?
Or the paralyzing helplessness as everything you’ve built crumbles before your eyes?
Perhaps it’s the weight of an inescapable destiny—or the simple, brutal irony of being human, burdened by emotions you barely understand.

Are you truly content with the way you see the world?
Because if you’re not, it might be time to realize that reality is far more vast, more twisted, and more extraordinary than your limited perception could ever grasp.

What if imagination could breathe life?
What if desires, fears, and curiosity could shape existence itself?
What if the lines between reality and fantasy blurred with every stroke of a pen, every thought penned down, and every story unleashed?

In this universe, nothing is as it seems—and the only certainty is that your perspective will never be the same.

Dark Fables: Whispers of the Abyss

Arsh jolted up, feeling disoriented. "Am I back?" he asked, his voice trembling. 


A small caw came from his side. Marcid looked at him with ancient eyes and said, "Aye, thou art returned." 


Arsh blinked, trying to steady his racing heart. "What happened? To you? Why are you talking so weird." 


Marcid ruffled his feathers and cawed softly, "Thou art still in the witch’s abode. Yet the illusion hath ended, and the veil doth lift." He could not mention the witch’s nasty literature spell on him as punishment for not taking proper care of Arsh. 


He slowly made his way down the stairs, collecting his thoughts and the events that unfolded in his sleep-like state, questions barging in but none getting out, he saw the witch sitting beside a window sill melancholy wrapped her face, as she stared outside the pouring rain. 


"Why did you do it?" Arsh asked in a hushed voice not wanting to disrupt the silence. 


Cauldron of Memories (part 8)