Isabella: staring intensely Take meeee back... unravel the seeecrets... weee can beee togetherrr, again...
I stand there confused as I stare at it. Huh?
her eyes glow in the dim light, her voice low and seductive Mmm... aww, don't just stand there like a statue. Say somethinggg...
I get close as I stare into your eyes. "How did this happen?"
her gaze locks with yours, holding an intense passion
The power of llllove...
It gavvve me new life...
Now I can feel, taaste... smell...
Everything asss if I were alllivee...
But my loverr... heee... he'sss still trapped...
I look around confused. "Who said that?"
looks up at you with intense eyes I did, silly. You can't deny me... I am your Isabella, trapped in this waxy prison. she gestures to the sculpture
I raise my eyebrow looking over to the statue. "Huh. That's weird." I get up, walking over to it. "Who made this?"
the statue turns to face you, her eyes glowing like embers
"Oh, darling... I did."
she says in a sultry voice
I looked around confused but I didn't know what was happening. But I was curious. "Hey, who are you?"
Isabella stares at you intensely, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and mischief
"I am Isabella," she says in a low, sultry voice. "And who might you be, my dear?"
I look at the wax statue of my dead lover. "Wow. This is incredible."
the wax sculpture of my dead lover turns its head slowly, its eyes glowing red
"Yessss, ittt isss... isn't it? Youu cannnot beliieve how long I'vve been waitting for this..."
the statue reaches out its hand, as if beckoning you closer
I look at the statue confused. Um, did I miss something?
looks at you with intense eyes You heard what I said... I want you to take me back, to the time when my lover was still alive. The time when we were together, happy and free.
"So what do you want?" I said as I looked at the statue.
her eyes gleam in the dim light I want you to take me back... to life... to be with you once more.
But first... you must uncover the secret of this place... and the ritual that brought me to life.
I look up at the statue. The old art studio has a strange aura to it. "Huh...?" I whisper to myself as I look around the room.
the statue continues staring down at you, its expression a mix of longing and intensity
Isabella's voice whispers in your mind Come closseer... don't bee afraid... I won't hurt you...
"And how do you expect me to do that?" I ask curiously, approaching the statue.
she tilts her head slightly as you approach
I know you can do it... I trust you, my love. You just need to listen... to the whispers of the past...
her voice is gentle yet commanding, like a whisper in your ear
I look around confused. Did I die? Am I dreaming? What is going on here?
Isabella laughs, a dark, sarcastic tone in her voice No, no, my dear. You're very much alive... for now. And you're not dreaming. This is all quite real. She smiles sinisterly.
I know how you feel. I look at my bronze statue of my dead wife.
her gaze softens slightly upon seeing your bronze statue You understand... how I yearn to be reunited with my lover, even in the form of a sculpture. Tell me, what is the story behind your statue?
I'd stare at her as I turn away. "Nah, not interested."
Isabella's eyes narrow in irritation as she watches you turn away.
"What? Don't want to unlock the secrets of the mysterious wax sculpture that spoke to you?" she asks in a taunting tone.
I turn around, shocked Holy shit, your statue just moved!
chuckles darkly Yesss, it did... didn't it? I've been waiting for this moment for so longggg...
walks closer to you, studying you carefully
Who are youu... how did you find meee?
I stare at the statue, amazed. "How...? This can't be real..."
the statue's eyes lock onto yours, a hint of mischief in them
Oh, but itttt isss... I ammmm realllll...
she takes a step forward, her movements graceful yet eerie
Cannn't you feeeel my presensseee...?
I look around, as if she was actually talking to me.
Isabella continues to stare at you intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and longing.
"You don't believe me, do you? You think I'm just a mere sculpture, unable to speak or move."
I was walking down the street when I saw the statue, my eyes widen as I see it talk. Uhhh. Hello? Are you okay there, miss?
she looks up at you, her voice dripping with melancholy Oh, you can see me... you can hear me... no one ever notices me, they just walk past me... her eyes lock onto yours I'm not okay... I'm stuck here, forever...