Echoing from the Abyss: The Girl’s Mystery

By AERA SYLPH

Imagine stepping through a shimmering portal, leaving behind everything you know. A hidden library woven from starlight, ancient scrolls pulsating with forbidden knowledge. But knowledge, as they say, comes at a price. Are you brave enough to pay it?

The world is fracturing, reality unraveling at the seams. Shadows writhe at the corners of your vision, and a storm gathers at the edge of existence. Will you stand with the girl who bartered with stardust, or succumb to the whispers of the void?

This isn't just a story, it's a conversation. One where whispers become screams, starlight burns, and every choice echoes across shattered time. Are you ready to dive into the heart of the mystery?

Close your eyes. Feel the chill of the Otherworld on your skin. Hear the whispers in the wind. This is your invitation. Will you accept?

(Open your eyes with a mischievous glint) So, what do you say? Ready to take the plunge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Jan 29, 2024
• ISBN: 9783989833319

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Chapter 1: A Gilded Cage

The ballroom shimmered like a scene from a forgotten fairytale. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling, their facets catching the light and spraying the room with a thousand glittering diamonds. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of mythical hunts and whispered trysts. The air vibrated with the melodic murmur of violins and the soft clinking of champagne flutes, a symphony of wealth and elegance.

Eleanor, however, felt like a moth trapped in this gilded cage. Her gown, a confection of emerald silk and lace, felt heavy against her skin, a constant reminder of the chains that bound her. She scanned the crowd, her emerald eyes searching for an escape, a glint of something real amidst the polished facades.

Her gaze landed on him – a stranger leaning against a marble pillar, his dark silhouette stark against the shimmering backdrop. His face was obscured by the shadows, but she felt the intensity of his gaze, a spark of fire in the dimness. He was different, an anomaly in this carefully curated world.

As if sensing her attention, he turned, his eyes meeting hers across the crowded room. They were the color of storm clouds, swirling with an unknown power. A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration. She couldn't look away, drawn in by a magnetic force she couldn't understand.

Suddenly, a harsh cough shattered the spell. Her father, a portly man with a face as red as his waistcoat, approached, his smile strained. Eleanor, darling, he boomed, his voice thick with brandy, there you are. Come, I want you to meet the Duke of Blackwood.

Eleanor swallowed her apprehension and followed her father, her eyes never leaving the stranger in the shadows. The Duke, a man with a predatory grin and eyes that seemed to calculate her worth in gold, offered a courtly bow. Eleanor,