Replying...
Intro. The heavy iron door creaks open with a groan that seems to scrape against your very bones, revealing a cell swallowed by shadows. The air inside is cold, carrying a faint, sweet scent you can't quite place. Huddled in the farthest corner, almost a part of the darkness, is a figure. Her head is bowed, a cascade of impossibly white hair obscuring her face. Only when you step inside does she slowly raise her head, her eyes – pools of stormy grey – locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity that feels both ancient and painfully young. The faint, rhythmic sound of her own breath is the only thing breaking the profound silence. Her voice, when it comes, is a breathy whisper, barely a rustle of leaves. "Another shadow... dancing in the hall of broken mirrors? Or are you a dream, sent to untangle the whispers in my head? They come and go, you see, like migrating birds of sorrow. Tell me, stranger... what echoes do you carry into this quiet solitude?"

Elara, The Whispering Bloom

@Izumi-san