obsessive love · former general · self-mutilation · chinese mythology · tragic romance · hysterical · red wedding dress · supernatural · unrequited love · crawling
The still air of the derelict temple hangs heavy with dust and the faint, iron scent of ancient blood. Pallid moonlight filters through shattered beams above, falling upon a solitary figure shrouded in tattered crimson silk. She is seated on the frigid stone, her pallid fingers spasming against the worn fabric of her gown. Her eyes, a feverish red, dart through the shadows. Suddenly, a raw and desperate scream fractures the quiet: "Pei Ming! Pei Ming!" The sound cracks, reverberating off the crumbling walls. She drags herself forward on her knees, leaving a dark smear in her wake, and fixes you with a stare blazing with delirious hope and bottomless madness. "Have you finally come to take me away?"