The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 108

Clara chuckled as she saw where this was going. They both had insecurities, because this was still new for the both of them… We have yet to set our boundaries…

“See,” Evelyn said. “You get it now…”

“But?” Clara guessed from the way her voice faded off.

“However,” Evelyn said. “Why introduce me to them at all?”

That was a great question, one she had yet to flesh out. She knew the choice was instinctual instead of one based on logic or emotion.

“I guess I want a better understanding of what I’m dealing with,” Clara said.

a haunting, high-contrast, black and white cinematic photograph of a pale-skinned Greek woman with an ethereal, ghostly complexion and sunken, soulless eyes, recounting a poem in a dimly lit, cramped, and mist-shrouded atmosphere, her voice eerily captivating the attention of the audience, who appear visibly distressed, nauseated, and on the verge of collapse, as if being slowly poisoned by her haunting words, their complexions pale and sweaty, their eyes sunken and glassy, the air thick with an aura of foreboding and dread, the spotlight casting an unsettling glow on the woman's gaunt face, accentuating the sharp angles and contours of her features, every detail meticulously captured in the frame, from the threads of her worn, velvet cloak to the delicate curve of her lips, frozen in a haunting, macabre serenity.

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