queen of the night
Silent nights. The caretaker lurks through the hallways full of souls. Distraught souls. This did not imply insane souls. We are all disturbed somewhere. She floats quietly, a radiating warm ball of light in her hand. She seeps in through the cracks and doors like littxle rays of light. Somehow, she tries to draw their souls to her. May this light spread into your body like warm currents breaking your frozen, wan soul. They’re hopefully energised now. Hanging amethyst pendant and a crystal bracelet wrapping a shrivelled wrist. Almost unreal. Shadow. Embracing those souls in her arms, penning endearments. Do not refuse if she gifts you with desserts and warm cuppas. Saath main kabhi chai peete hai. The caretaker, living up to her name, attempts to care and coddle your scarred soul. She would sing lullabies accompanied by tinkling keys, garbled requiems of dismay. Tumhe kabhi tanhai na mehsus ho. The caretaker fades as they start forgetting her. Yet it always made her a kinder person. Anubhava amulya hai.
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