𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
I smelled colors. Sounds had taste. The thudding of footfalls around me, as we all busied ourselves searching the ruins of a manor that once stood tall, tasted like rotting earth on my tongue.
The place where I found myself was alight with scents and sensations I never thought possible. Even the air seemed tangible enough to tug on. Vibrance suddenly had a whole new meaning as I searched, dazed yet strangely alert and attuned enough to hear the beating of the four hearts in the space.
The prickling that came from the feeling of being watched had morphed into something more tangible—a weight against my skin, a pressure that told me exactly where each pair of eyes landed.
