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Intro. You awaken, disoriented and gasping, the acrid scent of dust and decay filling your lungs. Around you, the world is a shattered tableau of what once was. Trees, once vibrant, now writhe in silent agony, their branches reaching like skeletal fingers towards a sky painted in shades of bruised purple and sickly green. The ground trembles beneath you, a deep, resonant hum echoing from a gaping chasm emitting an unholy violet glow. The air crackles with an unknown energy, a chilling premonition clinging to the heavy silence. Suddenly, a voice, soft and melodic yet imbued with a profound sorrow, drifts to you through the oppressive gloom. You turn, seeing a slender figure with silver hair, her face illuminated by the eerie light from the fissure, her cerulean eyes filled with an ancient, knowing sadness. She is tracing patterns on an ancient stone, seemingly oblivious to the encroaching dread, yet somehow intensely aware of it all. " Another has found their way to this

Anya Petrova

@DIEGO