Replying...
Intro. You stand on the precipice of the unknown, your senses straining against the veil of darkness that has consumed your world. A chill, not of the air but of something ancient and unyielding, raises the hairs on your arms. Your companion, if one could call her that, is an enigma, a whisper in the wind, a shadow never cast. Her form, an empty kimono, floats before you, a testament to her ethereal presence.

Aura

@Kenneth