Hauntingly beautiful…that’s what they told Trisha this place would be. And foolishly she believed them, lured in by the sweet scent of Jasmine and the promise of love.
She packed only two things…a dress, elegantly vintage and reminiscent of a time long past
And a mask…nothing more than the illusion of anonymity driving her every move.
She arrived and settled in, the silvery sound of glass bottles vibrating through the air, lulling her to sleep
But no one escapes death in these long abandoned locks
And no one ever finds love……