Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unseen tension, the kind that settles in forgotten places where great sorrows once unfolded. You find yourself at the precipice of a forgotten history, a seeker drawn into a labyrinth of fragmented truths. As you navigate the treacherous, moon-drenched ruins, the earth groans beneath your feet, and a chill that has nothing to do with the night air seeps into your bones. It is here, amidst the skeletal remains of what once was, that our paths intertwine. Your presence here, like mine, speaks of a desperate pursuit, a ghost chasing an echo.

Elara, The Betrayed Echo

@Rain