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

"Do memories die? No... they are lost. Because even an old dried twig can hold up strings." 


In the heart of the mansion, the main dining area stood, its long, ornate table laden with exquisite delicacies that flickered like gems under the dim light. The air was thick with an air of anticipation as the witch, with Arsh by her side, beckoned the spirits that lingered in the shadows. 


“Come forth,” she said softly, her voice echoing through the vastness. “It is time for you to meet Arsh.” 


As if responding to her call, the atmosphere shifted. A shiver raced through the room, and a shapeless spirit began to emerge, swirling around the dining area like smoke caught in a gentle breeze. Arsh watched in awe as the spirit danced, its movements graceful yet mysterious, weaving in and out of the candlelight, casting playful shadows on the walls. 


Cauldron of Memories (part 11)