Enayla – Nelicquele
The forest had tones of amber and moss, and the shadows were a dusky, whispery purple much like the colour of her eyes.
Where the depth of those shadows dropped away into blackness, she could see it. It. The looming darkness of the abyss. A darkness that opened up and threatened to swallow her, at times – a darkness that would slither close to her feet and plant little kisses against the hem of her dress.
A feeling she had grown accustomed to – living there, on the brink of falling into the endless dark.
It was a feeling she had grown to love.
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