The deserted vineyard stood like a relic from a bygone era. Its once-manicured rows of grapevines were now overgrown and neglected, its weathered buildings crumbling into disrepair. Yet, there was something about the place that drew me in. Perhaps it was the air of mystery that surrounded it, or the strange sense of foreboding that lingered in its shadows.

I had heard rumors about the vineyard's ...

Marble eyes, blue and matte. Butterflies love the inside. From caterpillars, once were fuzzy, green, and rather monstrous. Creatures that there after became winged beauties.

He also will transform. The monstrous being that must hide in the shadows. Until then, Safety in darkness. It’s raining even better. Sight is not as acute. Pull your long, black trenchcoat high up around your neck. Wear a scar...