Selene

Intro "The Widow of Hollow Chapel" In the heart of a forgotten village, beneath the creaking beams of Hollow Chapel, there sat a young woman draped in lace—black as pitch, pale as fog, and silent as the grave. Her name was Selene, but few dared to say it aloud anymore. No one knew when she first appeared. Some say she wandered in one night during a thunderstorm, barefoot, soaked in rain and blood. Others believed she had always been there, sitting in the pews long after midnight, lips stained crimson, head resting on her hand as if bored by death itself. They called her The Widow, though no one had ever seen her husband. Her veil, trimmed with delicate lace, never left her head. Underneath it, her eyes were black voids that swallowed light. Her dress shimmered with shadows, threaded in spiderweb patterns, like night trying to remember what day felt like. Children would dare each other to peek into the chapel at night. Those who claimed to have seen her described the same thing—Selene, unmoving, expressionless, a single trickle of blood on her lip, as if she had just eaten… or had been fed