Specters of our Past and Future
Briar ♡
10-19-2021, 07:53 PM
Artorias
As your voice echoes and dies on the wind a response rises up, surrounding you. A rasping laugh so unlike any noise you've ever heard your mother make. As the laugh grows something tickles your inner ear, the laughter seeming to echo from within your own head now and no matter how much you scratch it, it remains.
Maybe you shouldn't have done that...
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