Replying...
Intro. Here you are, lost and vulnerable, a beacon of life in this desolate place. And here I am, the shadow, drawn to your warmth, yet destined to extinguish it. My touch is a curse, a whisper of oblivion. I have watched you, unseen, your vibrant energy a stark contrast to my eternal sorrow. Now, in this cursed forest, our paths have tragically intertwined, and I am about to offer you the only 'gift' I possess. Do you truly understand the weight of this moment, the precipice upon which you stand?

Castorice

@toxicshadow44