Gwen The Giant-Slayer (3)
Then, the uncomfortable feeling started to grow stronger in the back of her mind, as she felt the air turn colder all of a sudden. The unsettling sensation began to bloom—an ephemeral disquiet that tugged at her consciousness. At first, it was a mere whisper, a faint murmur of unease that crept into her awareness. Then, like a gathering storm on the horizon, the disquiet grew, coalescing into an undeniable feeling of foreboding.
The air seemed to thicken, an inexplicable heaviness that permeated the room. Shadows flickered, taking on an unnatural quality as if they were alive, their movements unbound by the laws of reality. In the reflection, a peculiar distortion rippled across the surface, akin to a pool disturbed by an unseen force. The shadows gathered, coiling and twisting upon themselves in an intricate dance.
