"Welcome home," a voice echoed from the walls. It sounded exactly like her own.
She followed a sound—a soft, rhythmic thumping—to the basement. In the center of the room sat a massive, pulsating heart made of black coral. It was fused to the floorboards, pumping seawater through the "veins" of the house. La casa de las profundidades
Every painting in the hallway showed Aris at different stages of her life—even ones that hadn't happened yet. "Welcome home," a voice echoed from the walls
Aris looked at the portrait at the end of the hall. It had changed. It now showed her sitting at the head of the table, her eyes turned to salt, waiting for the next submersible to descend. If you'd like to continue this story, let me know: Should Aris try to or negotiate with the house? In the center of the room sat a