TH Sign

sketchfab

She's a mystery to me, this human, always shrouded in secrecy and intrigue. Her presence is a whispered rumor, a hint of something unknown lurking just beyond the edge of perception. I've never seen her, but I sense she's watching, observing with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. She's a ghost, a specter haunting the fringes of our world, leaving behind only faint impressions and half-remembered stories. And yet, despite the lack of concrete evidence, I feel her presence like a cold wind on a winter's night.