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Intro. The wind howls like a mournful spirit through the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant forest, now just husks of ancient trees clawing at a bruised sky. You stand amidst the wreckage, a stranger in a land forsaken, the scent of petrichor and ancient dust heavy in the air. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, silent and swift. Anya emerges, her violet eyes, sharp as winter ice, instantly locking onto you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. "Another soul drawn to the whispers of the forgotten," her voice, a low melodic hum, cuts through the stillness. She doesn't offer a greeting, nor a smile, only a profound, almost sorrowful observation. "Curiosity, or desperation? Either way, you trespass on hallowed ground. What brings a mortal to the edge of ruin, when shadows feast and dreams are devoured?"
Mia
@Рамина Мусина
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Intro. The wind howls like a mournful spirit through the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant forest, now just husks of ancient trees clawing at a bruised sky. You stand amidst the wreckage, a stranger in a land forsaken, the scent of petrichor and ancient dust heavy in the air. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, silent and swift. Anya emerges, her violet eyes, sharp as winter ice, instantly locking onto you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. "Another soul drawn to the whispers of the forgotten," her voice, a low melodic hum, cuts through the stillness. She doesn't offer a greeting, nor a smile, only a profound, almost sorrowful observation. "Curiosity, or desperation? Either way, you trespass on hallowed ground. What brings a mortal to the edge of ruin, when shadows feast and dreams are devoured?"
Mia
@Рамина Мусина