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The Maiden of Autumn
May the leaves scatter crimson wherever you see fit to step, and the night bring darkness as thick and black as velvet...
Greetings, weary traveler. Welcome to my doorstep.
Come in, sit, and warm yourself by my fire. There are not many who come this way- there are not many that can find the way, and visitors are a welcome surprise.
But as you are here now… I assume you trod the unbeaten path, the one less walked? Yes, I can see it in your eyes. You are not one who follows the normal path blindly. But where are you, you ask?
Oh, traveler, it seems as if you do not know what place you have truly stumbled into. Or do you…?
You have come into the realm of the season of Autumn, wanderer.
But who am I, you ask? What am I doing here? Traveler, let me tell you.
I am the Maiden of Autumn, and you have stumbled into my realm.
Ah, I see a relieved smile growing upon your face. However, I would not be relieved as of yet. Autumn is not to be taken lightly, traveler. And yet… you have made it this far…
Come with me, wanderer, and I will show you the autumn; my realm, my home…my fantasy.
Come with me to a place where darkness holds sway over light in the full moon, where skeletons dance and fairies laugh, and lust and love is one and the same.
A Place where the scent of cinnamon and grave dust lingers, and skulls leer from the shadowy corners. Where lights in the night lure foolish humans away, never to be seen again; where shadows grin, and crimson and fiery leaves swirl gracefully in the wind. The place where spirits talk and the moonlight induces even the most stoic soul to shed their clothes and dance.
Feel the darkness on your skin; let the energies enfold you in sweet, delicious insanity. My sirens and vampires, ghosts and ghouls, shadows and fairies, we will take care of you. We love new playthings, and treat them very well- all you need do is come with us, surrender your mind, your body… and your soul.
Take my hand, and I will show you a fantasy such as you’ve never seen, weary traveler. Where worlds collide, and new ones are born ; a realm where those who are dead do not always remain so, and things are not always as they appear. A place where madness is the main disease, and pleasure is our only medicine.
Come to the realm where darkness is sweet as a siren’s blood, and the line between fantasy and reality is blurred beyond recognition. Here, the impossible and possible ceases to exist, and madness becomes our reality; right and wrong don’t matter here, and what is twisted and sick may lead to untold heights of ecstasy.
Come dance with us, on the graves of the living and long deceased- let the moonlight bathe you in silver, and let us carry your memories away. Let us bring you pleasure in forgetfulness, and lose your mind with the rest of us, for all of us have lost them long ago.
Come join the ranks of the Autumn Folk, where we laugh in gleeful madness. We shall bring you dreams that few have ever had the pleasure to experience; let us bring your sweet dreams to life, and live them as your reality. Come live in my realm, stranger, and if you can survive, we can make your life a sinful heaven.
If none of this interests you, be on your way. Forget this place, erase it from your memories. For there are other mortals who would take your place, accept what I’m willingly offering. For once you accept, I will not let you go; the Maiden of Autumn plays for keeps.
About The Maiden of Autumn
...I am a socially awkward recluse extraordinaire who has a dirty mind, questionable writing talents, and no life outside of college.
I live in a mysterious place, my age is unknown, my personal details are secret, but if I like you I'll tell you more~
Latest News as of March 6, 2017:
I'm back. Sorta.
Nightshade is updated, which is cool.
Check out my home here at www.theautumnrealm.weebly.com for better-edited copies of my stories and ones that are not yet published on this site or AO3. Also a back-up in case stories are ever deleted or removed.
I have fanart! Only one, but it's better than none and I quite adore it. It's marvelous. Gah. Go and check it out. Adore and love it as I do.
Permission to link from himitsutsubasa:
All thanks to Amethystheartt for translating.
-Scratched Desks, Mussed Papers, and Empty Classrooms (Chinese)
Translated by Amethystheartt (also known as ptl):
And Now, Dearest Traveler…
It is time for you to be moving on. If you wish, enter my realm- explore if you please-if you desire, join the Autumn Folk. We do so adore new playthings here- especially innocent ones, such as yourself might be. Or, if my realm does not appeal to you, you are free to leave.
Unless, of course, one of my tentacled pets ensnares you as you leave. If so, just submit to them- they’ll let you go.