Blood In The Water . AI-Generated.
The room was a sanctuary, a hidden refuge from the world outside. A young man and woman had come here seeking solace, a place where they could escape their troubles and connect. Candles danced, casting swaying shadows around the room. The bed on which they sat was old, its wooden frame creaking under their weight. The room felt ancient, filled with the musty scent of old books and worn furniture. The wallpaper, once vibrant, was now faded, its intricate floral patterns barely visible in the dim light. Heavy, dark curtains framed a giant window, partially open, revealing a pine forest outside shrouded by the night. The towering trees swayed gently, their branches rustling in the breeze. A half moon hung in the sky, casting a silver, ghostly light over all below it. An antique mirror on the wall of their room, the only witness to their conjuring.
