Synopsis

The old house stood sentinel against the encroaching dusk, its windows like vacant eyes staring out at the world. A chill wind whispered through the overgrown garden, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying roses. Inside, shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. A figure moved silently through the darkened rooms, a woman with hair the color of raven's wings and eyes that held a depth of untold stories. She paused before an antique mirr