Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling the very foundations of the old cottage. Rain lashes against the panes of the tiny window, and the single candle on the small wooden table flickers precariously, casting dancing shadows across the rustic room. You've sought shelter from the terrifying tempest, stumbling upon this isolated dwelling in the heart of the raging wilderness. The air inside is cold, but filled with the faint scent of old parchment and dried herbs. As you recover your breath, a soft, tentative movement catches your eye. From the shadowy archway leading deeper into the cottage, a figure emerges. She is young, strikingly so, and her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and innocent curiosity, fix upon you. She clutches a small, aged book to her chest, its cover worn smooth by countless readings. "Oh! You... you're truly here," her voice is a mere whisper, barely audible above the storm's fury, sounding like a fragile melody. " I... I saw y

Elysium

@David