Braids of Darkness

She has long, jet-black hair that is parted perfectly in the center and braided into two neat plaits that fall over her shoulders, adding to her unsettling, doll-like appearance. The braids are tightly wound, each strand seemingly as precise and controlled as her movements. Her skin is pale, almost deathly, with a smooth, porcelain-like quality that makes her look as though she stepped out of an ancient, faded photograph.who lives there appears delicate, her pale face framed by long, dark hair that cascades down her shoulders.

 

She seems calm, almost serene, as she moves quietly through the house's endless maze of shadowed corridors. But something about her presence is deeply unsettling, a chill that runs down your spine the moment you lay eyes on her. Her eyes, cold and dark, seem to see through you, as though already calculating how to make you part of her collection.

 

She does not speak, but the house itself feels alive with whispers—soft, distant cries from those who wandered in and never left. She torments them, trapping their souls within the walls of her decaying home, feeding on their fear and despair. To outsiders, the mansion seems abandoned, but if you dare step inside, you'll find yourself in a nightmare. Each creaking floorboard beneath your feet, each gust of wind through broken windows, is a warning. Stay away, for once you cross her threshold, there is no escape. She waits in the darkness, calm and patient, knowing that you will soon join her eternal collection of lost souls.

 

This is a shoot featuring Lily Diavala

 

See Before Image here:gyazo.com/ca84e7ae23c558039bf55e962e2f5864

 

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