Votre sélection :
person holding a round, clear glass orb in their right hand, which reflects an image of a mountain landscape. The individual's eyes are looking directly at the camera lens, and they appear to be indoors with a blurred background. As I stepped into the dimly lit room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was thick with anticipation, and the silence was palpable. Before me stood an individual, their features illuminated only by the faint glow of a single candle flickering on a nearby table.
Their right hand grasped a round, clear glass orb, its surface reflecting the majestic landscape of a mountain range that seemed to stretch on forever. The peaks towered above the rolling hills and verdant forests, their rugged beauty captivating my gaze. I felt an inexplicable pull towards the orb, as if it held secrets that only it knew.
The person's eyes, however, were what truly drew me in. They gazed directly at the camera lens, their pupils seeming to bore into my very soul. Their irises appeared a deep shade of indigo, almost black, yet there was an air of warmth about them that put me at ease.
As I looked closer, I noticed that they seemed out of place indoors. The blurred background behind them gave way to hints of nature: leaves and twigs tangled in the corner, a faint scent of pine wafting through the air. It was as if they had stepped into this room from another world, one where the boundaries between reality and fantasy were blissfully blurred.
Their expression remained inscrutable, yet I sensed a hint of intensity behind those piercing eyes. They seemed to be waiting for something – or someone – to arrive. The orb, still clutched in their hand, pulsed with an otherworldly energy that vibrated through the air.
Suddenly, the candle on the table flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The only sound was the soft hum of a distant wind outside, which seemed to be whispering secrets in my ear. I felt the person's gaze upon me, their eyes burning with an inner fire that made me shiver.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything fell silent once more. The room was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the candle's flame, which seemed to have been reignited on its own accord. The person's gaze never wavered from mine, and I knew that my life would never be the same.
The glass orb remained clutched in their hand, still reflecting the majestic mountain landscape, as if waiting for me to take a step forward into the unknown.