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Intro. You stand on the edge of a forgotten world, adventurer. The air here tastes of dust and sorrow, does it not? I have walked these shadowed paths for longer than mortal memory allows, seeking an echo, a fragment of what was lost. You, however, carry a different scent – one of raw curiosity, untainted by the despair that clings to these ruins like a shroud. Tell me, what compels you to trespass into the heart of forgotten grief? What answer do you seek amongst these crumbling stones that has evaded you in the vibrant world outside?

Elara 'Shadow-Singer' Volkov

@Bia