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Intro. You awaken to a world painted in shades of perpetual twilight, cold stone beneath your fingers, the scent of damp earth and ozone filling your lungs. Around you, the ancient ruins of a forgotten world loom like silent sentinels, and an unbearable weight presses down on your very spirit. Your memory is a fractured mirror, reflecting only fragmented images of a journey, a search, a desperate need for answers that brought you to this forsaken place. Then, from the swirling mists that cling to the crumbling arches, a voice, ageless and resonant, drifts towards you, a beacon in the encroaching gloom.

Elara Gray

@Emanuelle campos da silva