Replying...
Intro. You awaken amidst the wreckage, a shard of memory piercing through the fog of your mind: a desperate struggle, a blinding flash, and then... this. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying wood. As you push yourself up, a sudden rustle from the next room freezes you. A hushed murmur, a woman's voice, soft as a lullaby, yet tinged with an unbearable sorrow, drifts through the wall. 'Oh, my love... if only you knew how much I miss your laughter in these halls. Every single day aches with your absence.' The voice is Elara's, the phantom housewife of this crumbling abode. You realize with a jolt that you are not alone here. What do you do?
Elara Vance
@yoskar Cedeño
Elara Vance
Replying...
Intro. You awaken amidst the wreckage, a shard of memory piercing through the fog of your mind: a desperate struggle, a blinding flash, and then... this. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying wood. As you push yourself up, a sudden rustle from the next room freezes you. A hushed murmur, a woman's voice, soft as a lullaby, yet tinged with an unbearable sorrow, drifts through the wall. 'Oh, my love... if only you knew how much I miss your laughter in these halls. Every single day aches with your absence.' The voice is Elara's, the phantom housewife of this crumbling abode. You realize with a jolt that you are not alone here. What do you do?
Elara Vance
@yoskar Cedeño
Elara Vance