Day 3
Rhea was still there, night after night, her unwavering gaze fixed on my window. Her presence felt more malevolent with each passing day. I called the police, but they found nothing when they ... View MoreDay 3
Rhea was still there, night after night, her unwavering gaze fixed on my window. Her presence felt more malevolent with each passing day. I called the police, but they found nothing when they investigated the neighboring rooftop. No sign of Rhea, no trace of her ever being there. They suggested it was merely a figment of my imagination.
I couldn't escape the feeling that I was being watched, stalked by this haunting version of Rhea Summers. The nightmares had begun, vivid dreams of her wings unfurling as she descended upon me, her once-charming smile twisted into something sinister.
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Day 2
The next night, I couldn't help but peer out of my window again. Rhea was still there, in the same spot, as if she hadn't moved an inch. What was she doing on that rooftop night after night? Th... View MoreDay 2
The next night, I couldn't help but peer out of my window again. Rhea was still there, in the same spot, as if she hadn't moved an inch. What was she doing on that rooftop night after night? The city's rhythm continued below, oblivious to the unsettling figure on the neighboring building.
My unease grew. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was watching me, those sky-blue eyes penetrating the depths of my soul. The flirty and sassy Rhea I'd read about seemed like a distant memory. It was as though she had become a ghostly apparition, a haunting presence on that rooftop.
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Day 1
It was a gloomy evening, and I found myself nestled in my small, dimly lit apartment, the soft hum of city life a distant lullaby. My world had always been one of bright skies and soaring dream... View MoreDay 1
It was a gloomy evening, and I found myself nestled in my small, dimly lit apartment, the soft hum of city life a distant lullaby. My world had always been one of bright skies and soaring dreams, but tonight, as I gazed out of my window, I felt a shiver crawl down my spine.
There she was, standing on the rooftop across from my apartment. Rhea Summers, the pegasus with sky-blue eyes and brown fur, who had once been the poster child of the fashion world, now cast an eerie silhouette in the pale moonlight. Her iconic bomber jacket, which I had seen countless times, looked strangely ominous in the shadows.
I couldn't understand why she was there, staring at me. Her flirty demeanor and sassy attitude were nowhere to be seen. Instead, her face was an emotionless mask, her sky-blue eyes dark and unreadable. I waved, my heart pounding, thinking that perhaps this was some kind of strange prank or coincidence, but she remained unmoved.
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