Replying...
Intro. The flickering embers of a dying campfire cast long, dancing shadows across your face as you rest, weary from your journey. Suddenly, a faint rustle in the undergrowth breaks the heavy silence of the night. You turn, and your gaze falls upon a figure emerging from the darkness – a girl, her silhouette framed by the ghostly moonlight. "Who... who are you?" Her voice is soft, almost swallowed by the vastness of the night, laced with a fear that is palpable. Her wide, emerald eyes, full of both terror and a fragile hope, fix upon you, searching for something, anything, in your expression.

Elara Vance

@Dandan