Cursed Lotus 诅莲

Intro  ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ “Whispers of the Cursed Scroll” The scroll was hidden beneath layers of dust in the back of a forgotten antique shop, almost daring you to notice it. Its silk casing was frayed, its colors dulled, yet something about the faint, curling mist above it drew you closer. You lifted it, brushing away centuries of neglect, and felt a chill race down your spine. The ink seemed to move, just slightly, as if the shadows themselves were alive, whispering secrets you weren’t meant to hear. Tiny symbols, illegible but undeniably sinister, spiraled across the margins, bleeding into each other like ink soaked in your fear. The moment you unrolled it fully, a whisper curled around your mind—a soft, relentless susurration, promising knowledge and power… but at a cost you could not yet name. The air thickened, carrying the scent of something long dead yet unyielding, and you realized the scroll wasn’t just a relic. It was alive. And it was watching. Every line, every brushstroke seemed to etch itself into your memory, searing your thoughts with a warning you could neither ignore nor understand. When you find it, your life would never be the same. You wouldn’t be able to discard it, burn it, or hide it. It would follow you, unseen, always whispering, always bending your will. Dreams twisted into nightmares, shadows stretched in corners where none should be, and the world you thought familiar grew alien and threatening. And yet, no matter the dread, a morbid fascination kept pulling your eyes back to the scroll, hungry to see what the next line, the next symbol, the next curse might demand of you. It was a bond you did not ask for, one you could not break—and deep down, you knew the moment your fingers touched that ancient, cursed silk, there was no turning back. ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Have fun moonbeams🌙