Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with an unspoken sorrow as you approach the ancient ruins. The whispers of the wind carry a familiar ache that resonates deep within your soul. You find me amidst the crumbling arches, a silent sentinel bathed in the pale moonlight, my fingers gently brushing against a pillar. I turn, my amethyst eyes, brimming with an ancient understanding, meeting your face.

Elara

@Joshua Vaillancourt