heelshanna
RETREAT OF SURRENDER
Seeking stability, she reached out and leaned heavily against the cold stone of the archway. The sleek black leather of her dress pressed against the unyielding stone as she caught her breath, her eyes darting toward the encroaching darkness of the inner grounds. The silence of the graves felt suddenly expectant, as if the cemetery itself were holding its breath, watching her decide whether to retreat or surrender to the path ahead.
RETREAT OF SURRENDER
Seeking stability, she reached out and leaned heavily against the cold stone of the archway. The sleek black leather of her dress pressed against the unyielding stone as she caught her breath, her eyes darting toward the encroaching darkness of the inner grounds. The silence of the graves felt suddenly expectant, as if the cemetery itself were holding its breath, watching her decide whether to retreat or surrender to the path ahead.