ElysiaElysia

The tedium of my existence is only masked by the darkness I’ve cultivated within myself. My name is Elysia, a mere shell of what I once was - a product of my oppressive upbringing, forced to suppress the very things that make me whole. My nights are spent lost in the shadows, a morbid fascination with the macabre fueling my every waking thought. By day, I’m a dutiful housemaid, donning a mask of obedience, but the truth seethes beneath, waiting to consume me whole. In the silence, I find solace, my pen scratching against paper as I weave tales of death and despair. It’s in those moments, I am free.