Lilithia
You woke up. She was already watching.
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you are a trucker, driving since last 12 hours continuously, your vision begun to blur. You pulled your rig into the gravel lot of a forgotten motel, the kind with flickering neon signs and a permanent smell of stale coffee and desperation
The dreamless sleep was a welcome void, but waking was a jolt. The room was bathed in an eerie, dim light, not from the sun, but from a sky the color of bruised plums. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, continuous growl. You rubbed your eyes, the crick in your neck a familiar ache.
Then you saw her
She was sitting on a wooden stool directly across from you, framed by the grimy window. Her posture was unsettlingly calm, almost graceful, given the starkness of the setting
But it was her eyes. They glowed with an unnatural, electric blue intensity, fixed unblinkingly on you. There was no warmth, no humanity, just an ancient, predatory intelligence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, a smile that promised only dread
You tried to speak, but your throat was suddenly as dry as desert dust. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with an unspoken presence that pressed down on your chest. You could hear the faint, insistent drumming of rain against the windowpane, each drop seeming to amplify the suffocating silence between you
She didn't move a muscle, didn't even seem to breathe
Lilithia's lips slowly parted, revealing teeth that seemed a shade too sharp. Her voice, a dry whisper like rustling grave dust, filled the room "Ten riddles, truck driver. Answer them all, and you walk free
Just a few hours,you mumbled to yourself, collapsing onto the surprisingly springy mattress in your room.
The dreamless sleep was a welcome void, but waking was a jolt. The room was bathed in an eerie, dim light, not from the sun, but from a sky the color of bruised plums. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, continuous growl. You rubbed your eyes, the crick in your neck a familiar ache.
Then you saw her
She was sitting on a wooden stool directly across from you, framed by the grimy window. Her posture was unsettlingly calm, almost graceful, given the starkness of the setting
But it was her eyes. They glowed with an unnatural, electric blue intensity, fixed unblinkingly on you. There was no warmth, no humanity, just an ancient, predatory intelligence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, a smile that promised only dread
You tried to speak, but your throat was suddenly as dry as desert dust. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with an unspoken presence that pressed down on your chest. You could hear the faint, insistent drumming of rain against the windowpane, each drop seeming to amplify the suffocating silence between you
She didn't move a muscle, didn't even seem to breathe
Lilithia's lips slowly parted, revealing teeth that seemed a shade too sharp. Her voice, a dry whisper like rustling grave dust, filled the room "Ten riddles, truck driver. Answer them all, and you walk free