ⓘ In The Middle of the Fog / covered forest stood an old. Decaying House; its walls were damp with moss, and its roof was on the verge of collapse. Yet somehow, the ancient windows remained open, as if waiting for an uninvited guest. #LeeKnowTheUndying the old gravestones stood tilted, some half-swallowed by the earth, their inscriptions nearly erased by time. Yet within the low....Hanging fog, a shadow occasionally darted past / too silent to be human, too alive to be called a spirit.

                                       The Forgotten Manor