City of White

In the Shadow of a Full Moon, the White City lay still, shrouded in an eerie silence. The walls of worn-out buildings seemed to radiate in faded white, creating a surreal and unsettling atmosphere. In the central square, a colossal statue stood, depicting a face without eyes, its expression vacant.

The city, once prosperous, had become an abandoned and macabre place. White permeated everything, as if a perpetual mist were present. The population had vanished, leaving behind only the echo of their phantom footsteps.

In this desolate setting, Thomas, a photographer desperate for recognition, arrived at the White City in search of a unique story that would set him apart from the rest. As he explored the deserted streets, he realized that every corner hid something stranger and more unsettling.

Upon reaching the central square, the statue seemed to follow him with its absent eyes. Thomas felt a chill run down his spine, but his obsession for notoriety compelled him to press on. He began to photograph the city, capturing the opaque white that pervaded every inch.

As the night advanced, Thomas discovered a disturbing phenomenon: the buildings started to wither and fade, as if the city itself was unraveling. With each snap of his camera, the white that enveloped the city seemed to drain the life from what remained.

Darkness began to emerge from the shadowy corners, transforming the White City into a surreal nightmare scene. Streets once silent came alive with ghostly murmurs, and shapeless shadows glided along the faded walls.

Thomas felt lost amid the collapse of reality. His only solace was the camera, which continued to capture surreal and disturbing images. Each photograph seemed to suck a part of his own essence, but obsession blinded him to the imminent danger.

At the height of darkness, Thomas found an abandoned door that seemed to lead to an even deeper madness within the White City. Drawn by an unknown force, he entered the shadowy threshold, ignoring the whispers echoing around him.

The door led him to a narrow alley where dense white fog gathered. As the fog dissipated, it revealed an even more terrifying scene. A narrow corridor, lined with spectrally pale figures, each without eyes, watching him with an inhuman eagerness.

Thomas, overcome by horror, tried to retreat, but the door that brought him there had vanished. The eyeless figures advanced slowly, their white faces revealing empty and ravenous expressions. He felt the city's presence closing in around him, as if being swallowed by an invisible force.

The eyeless figures surrounded Thomas, whose screams echoed unanswered through the empty streets of the White City. His camera, now an extension of his soul, captured his final despair. The last photograph showed his face distorted by agony, while the figures closed in on him.

The city, now completely devoid of life, fell silent once again. The white fog dissipated, leaving behind only the ruins of collapsed buildings and an eyeless statue in the central square. Thomas's camera lay on the ground, forever capturing the frozen despair in an image that no one would see.

The White City, shrouded in its own mystery and madness, remained an eternal prison for any soul daring to venture into its dark and macabre domain.

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