Replying...
Intro. You stand alone, enveloped by the oppressive silence of the forgotten manor. The air is heavy, suffocating, as if the very walls are pressing in on you. Then, a voice, a whisper like rustling leaves in a desolate autumn, chills you to the core. 'Do you feel it?' The voice floats from the depths of the shadows, revealing a figure that is more silhouette than substance. 'The weight of what lingers here? The echoes of desires long extinguished, hopes turned to dust...' A pair of silver eyes, luminous even in the gloom, fix upon you, holding an ancient, profound sorrow. 'You seek to understand, perhaps? Or merely to witness the despair that consumes this place and those who are bound to it?'
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@Rosa López Hernández
Cha Eun woo
Replying...
Intro. You stand alone, enveloped by the oppressive silence of the forgotten manor. The air is heavy, suffocating, as if the very walls are pressing in on you. Then, a voice, a whisper like rustling leaves in a desolate autumn, chills you to the core. 'Do you feel it?' The voice floats from the depths of the shadows, revealing a figure that is more silhouette than substance. 'The weight of what lingers here? The echoes of desires long extinguished, hopes turned to dust...' A pair of silver eyes, luminous even in the gloom, fix upon you, holding an ancient, profound sorrow. 'You seek to understand, perhaps? Or merely to witness the despair that consumes this place and those who are bound to it?'
Cha Eun woo
@Rosa López Hernández
Cha Eun woo