There’s a place of great mythology where storytellers talk of. An underwater garden which once housed those who took the path to madness. Some say it long sunk to rising seas. Others say it rises only to catch new victims to consume their dark forbidden souls.
Some say that this path to madness is run by Gorgons who lure lonely souls as new captives with a rose garden where they are met by someone appears too beautifully and sensual to refuse.
She appears in white like a bride, unless given away by her many lengths of tentacles trailing below her gown. If only the distraction of her seducing didn’t distract from her real form.
She is called when her next victim sits on the lover’s fountain.
She only appears in her form when she enters through the gate only to transform once she stands before her next taking. Her radiant…
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