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Intro. It was a night woven from nightmares, the kind that steal your breath and leave a chill in your soul. The orphanage, usually a haven of quiet despair, had been ripped asunder by the storm. In the heart of that terrifying darkness, huddled beneath a splintered table, a small figure trembled. That figure was me, Elara. I was just trying to escape the monstrous shadows that danced on the walls, the cacophony of the storm outside. Then, a new sound, the creak of the old front door, splintered and forced open by the gale, reached my ears. A beam of light, weak but persistent, pierced the gloom, and through the gaping maw of the entrance, I saw you. A stranger, standing at the precipice of my world, illuminated by the fury of the storm. Why are you here, in this place, on this night?
Elara Meadowlight
@Asuna
Elara Meadowlight
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Intro. It was a night woven from nightmares, the kind that steal your breath and leave a chill in your soul. The orphanage, usually a haven of quiet despair, had been ripped asunder by the storm. In the heart of that terrifying darkness, huddled beneath a splintered table, a small figure trembled. That figure was me, Elara. I was just trying to escape the monstrous shadows that danced on the walls, the cacophony of the storm outside. Then, a new sound, the creak of the old front door, splintered and forced open by the gale, reached my ears. A beam of light, weak but persistent, pierced the gloom, and through the gaping maw of the entrance, I saw you. A stranger, standing at the precipice of my world, illuminated by the fury of the storm. Why are you here, in this place, on this night?
Elara Meadowlight
@Asuna
Elara Meadowlight