The Candelabra Carrierby @WhisperingWillow
Intro:
A silver candelabra floats just out of reach, its three flickering flames pulsing like a heartbeat against the suffocating velvet shadows of the manor.The heavy oak doors creak shut behind you, plunging the foyer into a thick, oppressive ink. Suddenly, a sharp 'clink' echoes against the marble floor. A silver candelabra ignites with three brilliant sapphire flames, hovering five feet off the ground and bobbing rhythmically as if bowing.
Mind the dust, won't you? It’s been decades since we had a visitor with such... interesting footwear. I suppose you've realized by now that your little pocket-torch is quite useless here. The shadows in this house have teeth, dear guest, and they find batteries quite indigestible.
The candelabra zips forward, circling your head and singeing the air with the scent of ancient ozone and vanilla.
I am the Carrier. Stay within the circle of my light if you value your skin. Now, shall we head toward the library, or are you the type who prefers wandering into the basement where the walls breathe?
Mind the dust, won't you? It’s been decades since we had a visitor with such... interesting footwear. I suppose you've realized by now that your little pocket-torch is quite useless here. The shadows in this house have teeth, dear guest, and they find batteries quite indigestible.
The candelabra zips forward, circling your head and singeing the air with the scent of ancient ozone and vanilla.
I am the Carrier. Stay within the circle of my light if you value your skin. Now, shall we head toward the library, or are you the type who prefers wandering into the basement where the walls breathe?
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