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Death by Personification

Death by Personification

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4 件
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所有者
15
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Death by Personification 5

特征
Name
Lyra
Story
The Whispering Horror
Entity
Veil Wraith
描述
In the desolate town of Ravenwood, nestled deep in the American South, a dark legend haunted the night. The townsfolk spoke in hushed tones about a creature known as the Veil Wraith, a terrifying entity that prowled the streets, hunting for unsuspecting victims. Her presence was marked by a chilling silence and an unnerving question that echoed in the darkness. Once, the Veil Wraith had been a woman named Lyra. She was known for her enchanting voice and mesmerizing beauty. Lyra’s life was tragically cut short when she was murdered under mysterious circumstances, her body never found, her spirit left to wander in anguish. The War of Shadows, with its chaos and destruction, had twisted her soul, turning her into a vengeful apparition driven by a dark hunger. By day, Ravenwood seemed like any other small, rural town trying to recover from the ravages of the war. But by night, the Veil Wraith roamed the streets. She was a figure of ethereal decay, her once-beautiful features now grotesque and terrifying. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and her movements were unnaturally silent. Lyra’s victims were always unsuspecting, caught off guard by her stealth and speed. She would stalk her prey, watching them from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Her voice, once melodic, was now a haunting whisper that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. “Why can’t you hear me?” she would whisper, her voice echoing in the darkness. “Why can’t you hear me?” The question was her calling card, a sinister prelude to the horror that would follow. Those who heard her whispers knew they were marked for death. Lyra would close in, her whispers growing louder and more insistent. Her victims would try to run, but there was no escaping her. Her attacks were brutal and swift, leaving behind only the mangled remains of her prey. The townsfolk would find the bodies the next morning, each scene more gruesome than the last. Fear gripped Ravenwood, and the legend of the Veil Wraith grew with each new victim. One fateful night, a group of young friends dared to venture out, determined to uncover the truth behind the legend. They armed themselves with flashlights and makeshift weapons, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive creature. As they walked through the abandoned streets, the air grew colder, and an oppressive silence settled around them. “Do you really think she’s real?” one of them whispered, his voice trembling. “She has to be. Look at what happened to the others,” another replied, gripping his flashlight tightly. Suddenly, a faint whisper reached their ears, sending shivers down their spines. “Why can’t you hear me?” Panic set in, and the group huddled together, their flashlights scanning the darkness. The whispers grew louder, more desperate. “Why can’t you hear me?” One by one, the friends fell victim to the Veil Wraith’s wrath. She moved through them like a shadow, her whispers the last thing they heard before the darkness consumed them. The last survivor, a young woman named Claire, ran through the streets, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Lyra closing in, the whispers like icy fingers on her skin. “Why can’t you hear me?” Claire stumbled into the town square, her flashlight flickering. She turned to face her pursuer, her eyes wide with terror. Lyra emerged from the shadows, her grotesque form illuminated by the faint light. Claire raised her flashlight, hoping to hold the creature at bay, but it was no use. “Why can’t you hear me?” Lyra’s voice was a haunting wail, and she lunged at Claire with supernatural speed. The next morning, the townsfolk found Claire’s body in the town square, her lifeless eyes staring into the sky. The legend of the Veil Wraith grew even darker, and Ravenwood fell into a deeper state of fear and despair. To this day, the whispers can still be heard on dark, moonless nights. The Veil Wraith, with her haunting question, continues to stalk the streets of Ravenwood, her presence a chilling reminder of the horrors that lurk in the shadows. “Why can’t you hear me?”
详情
代币 ID
5
网络
Base
标准
ERC1155