The Descent Begins
The rain fell heavily on the city of Everglen, which was characterized by tall buildings and crowded thoroughfares. They were holding various umbrellas over their heads, and while crossing the zigzags of sidewalks within the torrents, a woman called Lily Harper emerged. With her, it was as if she were a painter—an artist who was in the process of trying to find subjects to paint in a world that appeared to be cruel and unfeeling.
Distancing from others has always been part of Lily’s life and childhood, and she has never experienced otherwise. While some walked or ran with direction, she strolled for significance in even ordinary things. It was kind of like her art was her safe ground, a place where she could vent all that she could not say with words. But in the recent past, even the canvases she produced felt so lifeless, as if she had no creative energy within her body to paint them.
Turning the corner, Lily couldn’t help noticing a long abandoned building that looked like it was constructed several decades ago and that appeared to be in a very sad state, standing as if it had been lost between two tall and new buildings. It looked abandoned and dilapidated; it seemed like a building that was left to be forgotten. There was no light coming from the windows, and the walls of the building had started to crumble. Its exterior was slightly rundown, but there seemed to be a certain charm to the place; the doors seemed to call out to her somehow.
Again, Lily moved towards the building, and although the reason is not well understood here, it is evident she went near the building. She stopped on the threshold, puzzling over an urge coming from inside her. Taking a deep breath, she moved towards one of the large doors and opened it without too much difficulty.
The inside of the house was rather dim, and still, the air was somewhat stale, as were the dust and the smell of old wood. And on the walls, shadows were flickering, with the paltry light leaking in through the cracks in the window boarded up. Following it a little farther, she came across an incredible wide stair, which spiraled up as far as she could see into the obscurity.
With each step she took, she felt this rising expectation that something contemplated was stored for her up there. On the landing, she saw a small room and, putting the candles on the doorstep, entered a small, scarcely lit room. In the middle were an easel and a canvas on which nothing had been painted yet.
Despite her shyness, that stranger in her own home couldn’t resist curiosity, so she went to that easel. On a table beside her, there was a pile of paint and brushes that had not been used for years, it seemed. The surroundings seemed to be prepared for her presence, as if she were the owner of the place.
Lily took a deep breath, and then she wet the brush in the paint and started with the work. Every stroke drawn on the canvas seemed to electrify her within, and she could literally hear the humming of every nerve in her body. Color, pigments, strokes, and shades merged and swirled; they became coaxed out of her very spirit.
Lily was drawn into her creative world and did not realize that someone was observing her in the darkness. It was a man, a tall and dark man, and when the moon that had been obscured by the clouds started to emerge, its light was in his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he said aloud, a word that reminded her of their previous conversation and the feeling that suffused her at the time.
Lily looked around with great fear on her face. ‘It isn’t safe here,’ she said, emerging towards him. ‘Well then, tell me who you are?’ she cried, holding the bruises.
At last, the man shook off the darkness and was bathed with light. He was very, very beautiful, but his beauty was somehow wrong. Here and speak: “My name is Adrian. ”
Cocking her head to one side, Lily said, “You live here?” "This place looks abandoned. "
Adrian shut up, smiling, but his eyes shone with quite a tinge of sorrow. "Well, it is in a way But it’s more like a safe haven for people who are confused People who may need more than small town life has to offer”
Lily experienced first-hand a mesmerizing idea of the man she did not know yet but had the gut feeling that they were indeed acquaintances. "Why, Adrain, what brings you here?”
He stared at her with his eyes. ‘I have also been looking for something. Maybe we were destined to meet,’ she said.
Thinking about it, Lily understood that her life’s storm was just coming and the real test was just starting. During her isolation in that empty building, she met someone who could possibly spark her desire, which had dwindled in recent years.
Combined together, they would discover what lay beneath the covers of the darkness, and, while in the process, they could certainly find what each of them was looking for. The descent had begun, and whatever was waiting for Lily, she was ready to deal with whatever it seemed to be.
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