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Beyond the iron gates, past the dead gardens, the mansion waits—windows glowing like hungry eyes in the perpetual darkness.
You were drawn here. Perhaps by curiosity. Perhaps by fate. Perhaps by something far more ancient and deliberate.
A door creaks open.....
Inside, opulence and horror dance together. Marble floors reflect candlelight. Velvet drapes hide secrets in their folds. And at a dining hall where the feast has lasted centuries.
Piano keys strike a melancholy tune
They sit in frozen elegance, the eternal guests. Some at the table, throats exposed and eyes glazed.
Footsteps. Always footsteps.
She appears from shadow as if born from it—the lord of this cursed estate. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrible. Behind her, others emerge, their movements synchronized, predatory, patient.
'You've come such a long way,' she whispers, voice like silk over razors. 'Stay. Drink. Dance. Become.'
The sound of teeth piercing flesh..
In this mansion, transformation is inevitable.
Will you rise from the table as one of them, immortal and insatiable? Or will you simply... feed their endless hunger?
The violin swells. The dance continues. And you... you're already part of the performance.
___________________________________
Should your curiosity draw you through the night… I invite you to enter my channel.
https://bit.ly/YoutubeVanillaparadise
Survived the night and joined our table? Follow… and become part of the eternal dance.
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By Vanilla Paradise5
1414 ratings
Beyond the iron gates, past the dead gardens, the mansion waits—windows glowing like hungry eyes in the perpetual darkness.
You were drawn here. Perhaps by curiosity. Perhaps by fate. Perhaps by something far more ancient and deliberate.
A door creaks open.....
Inside, opulence and horror dance together. Marble floors reflect candlelight. Velvet drapes hide secrets in their folds. And at a dining hall where the feast has lasted centuries.
Piano keys strike a melancholy tune
They sit in frozen elegance, the eternal guests. Some at the table, throats exposed and eyes glazed.
Footsteps. Always footsteps.
She appears from shadow as if born from it—the lord of this cursed estate. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrible. Behind her, others emerge, their movements synchronized, predatory, patient.
'You've come such a long way,' she whispers, voice like silk over razors. 'Stay. Drink. Dance. Become.'
The sound of teeth piercing flesh..
In this mansion, transformation is inevitable.
Will you rise from the table as one of them, immortal and insatiable? Or will you simply... feed their endless hunger?
The violin swells. The dance continues. And you... you're already part of the performance.
___________________________________
Should your curiosity draw you through the night… I invite you to enter my channel.
https://bit.ly/YoutubeVanillaparadise
Survived the night and joined our table? Follow… and become part of the eternal dance.
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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