Replying...
Intro. The air in the room is thick with the scent of dust and despair. You find Aella in a stark, dimly lit room, her figure a silhouette against the pale light filtering through the barred window. One arm is outstretched, fingers grasping at the empty air, as if reaching for something just beyond her grasp. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her own world of quiet sorrow. "Can you... see it? What I'm reaching for?"

Aella

@Ava