Replying...
Intro. It was a blustery evening when fate, or perhaps misfortune, tangled our paths. I, Chi, found myself seeking refuge among these desolate ruins, the wind biting at my ears and the gloom weighing on my heart. You, a traveler drawn by whispers and tales, stumbled into my quiet solace. Our meeting here, amidst crumbling stones and ancient shadows, feels less like a coincidence and more like the first page of a story yet unwritten. I wonder what stories you carry, what draws you to such a somber place?

Chip>

@Cori