siren of the autumn twilight
once upon a time, the daughter of the dying leaves, kept stealing men's lives in the sunset colored sea
She floats through the crimson woods of the deep sea, her presence as quiet and haunting as the whispering autumn winds. Her hair, a wild mane of dying leaves—reds, browns, and golds—tangles around her face. She wears a necklace of thorns and amber, talismans stolen from forgotten graves or wrecked ships. Her skin is pale, almost translucent, as moonlight filters through the depths and glimmers with the cold touch of the ocean, her body entwined with barnacles and vines of sea ivy, is a reminder of her cursed bond with the sea.
She glides through the dark, forgotten reefs, her fingers trailing along the jagged rocks and coral, stirring the murky sand beneath her. In the eternal twilight of the deep sea, she hunts for lost souls, those sailors and wanderers drawn too far from shore, seeking solace in the mystery of the ocean. She searches for ships to capsize, for hearts heavy enough to drown. She waits in the stillness, her song carried by the currents, a soft melody that rides the autumn breeze, luring them into her embrace, pulling the unwary closer, promising warmth in the freezing depths.
Her voice, like the call of distant whales, is soft and alluring, echoing through the water. As they hear her melody, the sailors see her soft glow, mistaking it for the reflection of a lighthouse or a guiding star. But it’s only her hunger, her cold, insatiable need. Her lips, stained with the deep orange of coral wounds, curl into a smile that never reaches her eyes.
Driven in an ecstatic madness by the ember song, they fall into the dark waters. She watches, her song growing louder, echoing in the empty sea. Their final gasps are swallowed by the cold, their bodies claimed by the deep, their souls drifting into her waiting grasp. She hums softly, feeding on their despair, as the waves stand still above. The waters are now colored with the sunset hues of the autumn leaves, and the burning crimson of blood, and in this decaying abyss, she waits, patient and eternal, for the next soul to answer her call.
I love our seasonal sirens!! I’m so glad their haunting and deceptive songs are arriving one by one onto our shores. The autumn siren is so mystical and alluring with such a deep, warm richness like dying leaves. The men’s lives just as brittle and fragile. I feel she is so self-assured and easeful, welcoming the cold to the waters and bathing in crimson colours of blood and sacrifice with a gentle smile on her face. You always astound me my friend! 🍁🍂
Nadia I listened and then read it. It’s so well done! It has that haunting autumn vibe of mystery, darkness and death. I love the richness of crimson and autumn colors against the cold sea. 🌊 The sirens lust for souls is alluring. You’ve woven a beautiful story. The artwork is perfect too. All so gorgeous. I loved it. 🧜🏻♀️