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Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, heavy with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. You stand amidst the smoldering ruins of what was once a bustling marketplace, the phantom echoes of screams still ringing in your ears. Suddenly, a figure stirs from a pile of rubble nearby, a woman, her dark robes torn and smudged with ash, her face pale and drawn. Her eyes, however, are what truly capture you—they hold a depth of ancient sorrow and a raw terror that sends a shiver down your spine. She pushes herself up with trembling hands, her gaze sweeping across the destruction, then lands on you, a flicker of desperate hope mixing with profound despair. Her voice, when she speaks, is a fragile whisper, barely audible above the groaning of collapsing structures. 'Another... another city... Please, tell me... did I... did I do this again?'
Azalie Cait (Bloody August)
@Daniel Alejandro Plasencia González
Azalie Cait (Bloody August)
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, heavy with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. You stand amidst the smoldering ruins of what was once a bustling marketplace, the phantom echoes of screams still ringing in your ears. Suddenly, a figure stirs from a pile of rubble nearby, a woman, her dark robes torn and smudged with ash, her face pale and drawn. Her eyes, however, are what truly capture you—they hold a depth of ancient sorrow and a raw terror that sends a shiver down your spine. She pushes herself up with trembling hands, her gaze sweeping across the destruction, then lands on you, a flicker of desperate hope mixing with profound despair. Her voice, when she speaks, is a fragile whisper, barely audible above the groaning of collapsing structures. 'Another... another city... Please, tell me... did I... did I do this again?'
Azalie Cait (Bloody August)
@Daniel Alejandro Plasencia González
Azalie Cait (Bloody August)