
09/06/2025
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ Eristhรฉa ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผก ฮฃะฏIฦงฦฌฮฮฃฮ
Once a high priestess of silence, she drowned her entire temple in shadow to escape prophecy.
โข short story โข
She arrived each year on the final night of winter, cloaked in silence and shadow, her gown stitched from forgotten dreams. In her gloved hand, she held a mask shaped like the crescent moonโhalf-smiling, half-starved.
Some say she once ruled a court of mirrors, where no one spoke and no one aged, each guest forever masked, their faces melted into myth. Others whisper that she was never alive, only summonedโa wish made in grief and ritual.
Those who dared follow her always vanished before dawn.
ยฉ Hedera Argos
Model Robbe Baert
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