Seeing Red with Claudia Piovesan
Updated: May 1
She sat across from someone she held dear, her emotions threatening to consume her. It was as if a malevolent spirit had taken hold of her, and she was powerless to stop its rampage. The other person watched her with growing fear as her face twisted with anger. She let loose a barrage of accusations and blame, each word like a knife cutting through the air. In a moment of madness, she said something that shattered the once-valued relationship that had brought her so much happiness. The room grew cold, and the air was thick with an unnamable terror. Shadows seemed to gather around her, whispering sinister thoughts into her ear. The other person staggered back, clutching their chest, their eyes wide with disbelief and pain. They looked at her with a mix of sorrow and anger, unable to comprehend the betrayal that had just occurred. She was left alone with her anger and regret, realizing too late that she had destroyed something precious. The walls seemed to close in on her, and the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist. She had opened a portal to a realm of horror and madness, and there was no going back. She was doomed to walk the path of darkness and despair, haunted by the ghosts of the past, and forever haunted by the memory of what she had done.