freelance film writer-ish
loves star wars and milfs
Where Hill House was a body—living, breathing, heaving—Bly Manor is a vessel. A vessel that houses a collection of love stories, romantic or otherwise; some are broken and twisting, while some aim to make people and things whole. The manor holds them, these stories, even as the past fades away and memories begin to splinter. It may be a place soaked in death and loss, but it is filled with just as much tenderness and warmth. It is the people, it seems, who are the haunted ones. The house simply welcomes them in.