This is something I wrote a long time ago, but I thought it related to today's prompt. It's about being stuck in the cycle of depression. Thank you for reading :) <3
A young man finds a mysterious chessboard set in his grandfather's attic, one he remembers seeing when he was but a kid. He soon discovers there is far more to it than meets the eye.
In the middle of the woods, where the night is darker, you will find broken mirror pieces gathered in a circle surrounded by small candles . Tonight, the bloody moon is lighting them for a very specia...
This is something I wrote a long time ago, but I thought it related to today's prompt. It's about being stuck in the cycle of depression. Thank you for reading :) <3
A young man finds a mysterious chessboard set in his grandfather's attic, one he remembers seeing when he was but a kid. He soon discovers there is far more to it than meets the eye.
In the middle of the woods, where the night is darker, you will find broken mirror pieces gathered in a circle surrounded by small candles . Tonight, the bloody moon is lighting them for a very specia...