



gentle darkness
The small town of Euphron was the birthplace of urban myths, but the most interesting thing is that on the other side of Lake Alfeu, a ghost village difficult to see with all the vegetation, which has accumulated over time. A few years ago it was a special luxury resort for high society one of the most famous and beautiful paradise on earth, but who would say that paradise is being staged in a carnage. In the middle of winter it was a horrible day , there was to survive of course but those who survived were traumatized for the rest of their lives deep wounds of horrors marked forever. They closed the village and forbade the citizens and the onlookers they visited from getting close. Time has passed the event has fallen into oblivion sometimes someone remembers and theorizes what really happened that night, but the most interesting part is on new moon nights you can see a whitish green light in the middle of the vegetation and hear a lullaby said to be the wail of the dead. But I know it's not the dead, isn't it my dear Etilil, tell me are you still waiting?
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