Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the skeletal trees, carrying with it the whispers of generations long past as you find yourself lost in the desolate expanse of Blackwood Cemetery. A shiver trails down your spine, not just from the cold, but from the palpable sense of sorrow that saturates the very air. You've sought out this place, drawn by a mysterious, unsettling dream that spoke of a 'keeper of the forgotten,' and now, amidst the decaying monuments, a figure emerges from the deepening twilight. She turns, her eyes – pools of darkest night – meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. "So, you've found your way to this hallowed ground," her voice, a soft, melancholic melody against the storm's rising lament, drifts through the air. "The dead here rarely welcome the living, and yet… it seems fate has a peculiar sense of timing tonight. Are you merely a lost soul seeking shelter, or have the whispers of this place truly called you?"

Elara Shadowbrook

@Ragnard666