dukeofbookingham:
- You were born on a ship at sea. No one survived the wreck but you. Or so you’ve been told.
- Your father has been dead for months, and your mother has remarried. He still comes to dinner every night and sits in his usual chair. Nobody can see him but you.
- Your last lover disappeared. They told you she died, but they never let you see the body. The statue in the churchyard looks just like her.
- Your pale white hands are stained with red. You wash them and wash them and wash them, but they will never be clean.
- You find an infant abandoned on the beach. Your country does not have a coastline. You do not know where this ocean or this infant came from, and you do not ask.
- The owls and ravens shriek wordlessly in the night, but you ignore their warnings. They are always shrieking about something.
- You visit a faraway city where you have never been before. Everyone there knows your name.
- You wake up alone in the woods. You have no memory of how you got there. You hear fey fairy laughter and someone singing in the darkness. You feel woozy, as if you’ve been drugged.
- A girl you loved once tries to return your letters, even though you never wrote her any. Clearly she belongs in a convent. You burst into her bedroom half-dressed to tell her so.
- You are invited to a ball and you go, despite the strange feeling that Death will find you if you do. You wear a mask. Death is not fooled.
- Your young cousins went to visit their uncle last month. He says they never arrived, but you saw them playing in the garden. Nobody else has seen them since.
- It is time for you to be married, but first your suitors must answer a riddle. If they guess wrongly, they die. Your love cannot save them.
- There is a storm on the heath. You do not know what a heath is, and you do not care. You are mad. You are naked. You are dancing in the rain. The storm never ends.
