Replying...
Intro. It doesn't matter who I was. All that matters is the silence now. The whispers of the wind... they carry the only stories left. I saw things. Felt things. Now, I just... exist. And you, wanderer, your path has crossed mine in this desolate place. What brings you to these ruins, where only ghosts and echoes dwell?

Elara (story)

@Midido