Soul Vortex

In a dark valley, Gerson huddled in a corner, muttering to himself. A shivering cold wind kept pouring in from the unreachable opening above. The words "Am I dead?" echoed hauntingly off the valley walls. A sinister voice mixed with the howling gale, slicing his skin like blades. Warm blood flowed down, watering the fear in his heart. Suddenly, the clouds over the valley parted, and a crack opened. Pale moonlight spilled in. Gerson lifted his head toward the faint moonlight, seeking its warmth, as a moth fluttered down from the opening. Though it was only a tiny creature, its appearance swept away the fear in Gerson's heart. When it flew closer, he raised his palm and caught it. He had never thought a moth so beautiful. Its silvery-gray wings shimmered as if dusted with glitter, and each beat sent out waves of delicate fragrance. He gazed at it, entranced. The moth turned its head to look at him, too, its pair of lead-gray eyes deep and unfathomable. Suddenly, its eyes turned from gray to red, like blood...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.