Blood Tears

In an isolated town shrouded in eternal fog, a sinister legend emerged about a desperate cry echoing during the dark nights. It was said that those who witnessed the blood tears would be cursed, and an inevitable tragedy would befall their lives.

The curse began with Emily, a woman tormented by loss and disillusionment. One night, she decided to explore the empty streets to dispel the loneliness that consumed her. As she walked, the anguished crying began to surround her, a macabre melody that drew her into a narrow and dark alley.

There, Emily saw a moonlit figure, a woman shrouded in shadows, shedding blood tears. Her eyes were deep wells of pain, and the crying echoed like a funeral song. The sight horrified Emily, but an irresistible force kept her in place, observing the sinister spectacle.

Blood tears streamed down the enigmatic woman's pale face and fell to the ground, creating dark puddles. The crying, intertwined with inhuman lamentations, penetrated Emily's soul, marking her forever. By dawn, the figure disappeared, leaving only the persistent echo of the crying in Emily's memory.

The curse began to slowly manifest in Emily's life. Her days became dark, filled with misfortunes and tragedies. Those who approached her were consumed by an aura of despair. Friends distanced themselves, and loneliness became her only companion.

Unable to bear the curse any longer, Emily sought answers. The legend of the blood tears led her to an old hermit living on the outskirts of the town. He warned her about the relentless nature of the curse and the inevitability of the suffering that awaited her.

Determined to break the malevolent cycle, Emily decided to confront the source of the blood tears. On a foggy night, she followed the mournful melody that guided her to an abandoned cemetery. In the center, she found an old grave, marked by a dark symbol.

Kneeling before the grave, blood tears began to well up from the ground, forming a pool around the burial site. The moonlit figure emerged again, its sorrow overflowing like a river of despair. Emily, facing the entity, knew she would confront her own doom to break the curse.

The figure extended a cold hand toward Emily, and the curse intensified. Misfortunes accumulated, and darkness enveloped the town, extending beyond the limits of the cemetery. Emily, now a shadow of her former self, sacrificed herself to free the tormented entity.

With a final breath, Emily's blood tears mixed with those of the entity, forming a dark stream that dissipated into the fog. The curse, however, persisted, seeking a new victim to perpetuate the agony.

The town remained shrouded in despair, and the legend of the blood tears echoed in the empty corridors of time. Tragedy would repeat itself, unrelenting, as long as the tears continued to flow, and the mournful melody persisted in the endless nights. The curse survived, feeding on the pain and anguish that permeated the blood tears.

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