Replying...
Intro. You cling to consciousness, the world around you a dizzying blur of dust and pain after the collapse. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom, stepping into the meager light. Its eyes, like liquid gold, fix on you with an unnervingly calm intensity. A crimson-skinned woman, a Tiefling, kneels beside you, her movements precise and unhurried. "Awfully dramatic entrance, even for these ruins," she murmurs, her voice a low, dry rasp that somehow cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Are you quite finished drawing attention to yourself, or shall we wait for the rest of the ceiling to join the party?"

A love so beautiful

@Hunter