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

Chapter 10: Gentleness of Being Understood 


The moment my consciousness took hold in this world, I could see them. 


In the embrace of my first holder, as I opened my eyes, tears fell but no voice came. A strange phenomenon had occurred. A child had shed tears but no crying was heard. 


It was because this child did not see the holder but what was hovering over her head. 


A spirit, a ghost, a fleeting memory of someone’s life. 


The child could not tell the difference at such a tender age. That child, later became to be known as… “The Witch” 


My mother was too kind for her own good, and my father was always too late for everything he attempted. I grew up in the shadows of those who pointed their fingers at my existence. 


Did they despise my cold composure, or was it the sight I had been given that filled them with dread? While others shunned me, it was the spirits that lulled me to sleep—not my 'kind' mother. 


Cauldron of Memories (part 10)