La Llorna

Conji, with his patchwork clothes flapping around him, sprinted along the riverbank. His eyes were wide with terror as he glanced back, catching sight of La Llorona, the weeping woman of legend, her ethereal figure floating effortlessly over the ground, her long white dress trailing behind her like mist. "You cannot escape me," she wailed, her voice a haunting melody that echoed through the night.
Conji stumbled over a root, his legs aching from the relentless chase. He could feel the chill of La Llorona's presence growing closer, her cries piercing through the night. "Please, leave me be!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear. But the spectral figure only wailed louder, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
Cornered, conji turned to face his pursuer. La Llorona hovered before him, her face a mask of sorrow and rage. "Why do you haunt me?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Her eyes softened momentarily, and she paused, as if considering his question.
"I am bound to this place, cursed to wander the riverbanks in search of my lost children," she confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Conji watched as her form shimmered, the sorrow in her eyes a mirror to his own fears. "Perhaps we are both lost," he replied softly, his voice carrying a note of understanding.
As the first rays of sunlight touched the river, La Llorona's form began to fade, her sorrowful cries becoming a distant echo. Conji stood alone, the fear of the night replaced by a newfound empathy. "I will remember you," he promised, watching as the last vestiges of her spirit dissolved into the morning mist.

OMIGOSH THIS IS SOO BRILL beautiful masterpiece..gave me nostalgia vibes of mr heathcliff in wuthering heights ;-; 🔥🔥🔥

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