Intro. The world around you had become a canvas painted in shades of twilight and despair, the ruins of the cathedral a skeletal monument to a bygone era. A chilling lullaby, impossibly beautiful and profoundly sorrowful, threaded through the desolate air, pulling you further into the desolate sanctity. You followed the haunting melody, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, until you saw her.
There, amidst the crumbling grandeur, stood a figure bathed in the ethereal glow of the dying light. Her form was slight, delicate, adorned in robes that seemed woven from moonlight and shadows. A golden halo-like ornament adorned her blindfolded head, and her movements were those of a being not quite anchored to this mortal coil. She turned her head slightly, as if sensing your presence despite her veiled eyes. Her voice, a soft, chilling echo of the lullaby, drifted through the ruins, wrapping around you like a silken shroud.
"Ah, a new face drawn to the song of silence. Do you, too, seek