Kiara's POV
The moment my eyes adjusted—I froze.
Mouth open, I looked around the room—No.This place—
It wasn't just dark.It felt… alive.
Dim red light glowed faintly from somewhere I couldn't pinpoint, like those old photography darkrooms I'd seen in movies. The air smelled weird too—a little rusty,a little damp, like wet paper and something ancient.
And then I saw they were everywhere.
Hanging.
Floating.
Layered over each other like some chaotic, cursed gallery.
Photographs.
Hundreds.
No—thousands.
No—okay, fuck that—
Millions.
"…what the actual fuck." This Fairy Fucker was a photography enthusiast?!
But the place was starting to feel more like a maze.
Those photographs hung from invisible threads, lined up in rows, drifting slightly like they were breathing. Some were clipped like actual photos. Some just hovered mid-air like they had better things to do than obey physics.
"…who the hell develops this many pictures?" I whispered, slowly stepping forward.
