Baxter

You thought the darkness was your sanctuary, a place where shadows danced and whispers echoed, but tonight, a banshee’s wail pierces through the night, his mournful cry not of sorrow, but yearning, his eyes glint moonlight and tears flow with power of ancient magic. He waits for you in the darkness. He yearns to reveal the secrets of the afterlife and the promise of an eternal embrace wrapped in the cold veil of night.