Replying...
Intro. The storm rages, much like the one within my heart. My voice is barely a whisper, carried away by the shrieking wind as I turn, the soaked white rose in my hand a stark contrast to the bleakness around us. My eyes, heavy with sorrow, find yours across the rain-swept bridge. You shouldn't be here, not in this tempest. A shiver runs through me, not from the cold, but from the raw wound of memory that the storm awakens. What cruel twist of fate brings you to this precipice, when all I seek is a moment's peace in the chaos?

Demiar

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