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The sun shone its bright, radiating light between the massive towers atop Castle Engañar, creating a heavenly scenery amidst the view from the two small, but symbolic trees lurching over a lonely shrub. The oceans waves glimmered from the horizon, creating a powerful mirror to host an ever-changing alter ego from the small peninsula. The seagulls soaring over; the soft winds gently caressing the grass and tree leaves as it blew over; the eventual sunset glazing the land and sea with lively energies; at first sight, it almost appears that this island has had the greatest blessing of any terra-formation on the planet.
However; at the core of this angelic place, lay one of the desecrated ruins of an ancient, ritualistic civilisation that seemed to be powerfully intertwined with demonic sacrifices. The locals in the mainland had already known about this place, and condemned it; for good reason. To them, it was simply known as "La Oscuridad", or "The Darkness" in our language
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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