Maryte's Damned Funk

Previously

…Cryptic entries and unsettling pronouncements swam before her eyes. Words like "sacrifice," "burden," and "the old ones" leaped from the page, stark against the faded canvas. The hum grew, no longer a whisper but a persistent, palpable vibration that seemed to emanate directly from the chest, wrapping around her like a spectral shroud. It burrowed into her ears, settling deep within her chest, a sound that promised secrets, and Marytė, despite the growing chill that had nothing to do with the absent winter blankets, found herself leaning closer, drawn into its strange, unsettling embrace.