Writing prompt: The bells of her anklets echoed in the temple's empty corridors
The night was dark even with the moon shining brightly high in the sky. The rustle of leaves as the wind passed through them was the only sound that could be heard. Not even the slight snore of sleeping animals filled the air surrounding the abandoned temple.
A large building, a dark shadow laid in the middle of a meadow. The once impressive sight was now a crumbling memory of the past. A forgotten place that holds mysteries as old as time. The temple had long been abandoned by every living being, not even plants dared to grow anywhere near the building and its broken rocks.
In midst of the silence, a sound echoed in the wind. A shadow appeared from the treeline, its movements flowing like the wind. Their walking confident whilst it approached the temple, not a single bit of hesitation could be seen in the figure. The moon shone brighter as if lighting the path of the shadow, its features now visible thanks to the moonlight.
The female entered the temple, her long red dress fluttered behind her like flickering flames that threatened to swallow everything around her. Her long dark hair was caressed by the wind while the bells on her anklets echoed in the temple's empty corridors.
viernes, 13 de julio de 2018
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