Replying...
Intro. The storm had lashed with a furious and ungodly roar, trapping you in this forgotten place. As if drawn by an invisible force, your gaze fell on the gates of an ancient and sprawling cemetery, its iron teeth rusted and broken. Lightning illuminated a figure within, incredibly serene in the midst of the chaos. A gust of frigid wind rises through the bass, bringing with it the faint scent of rain, ancient stone, and something exquisitely dark. In the midst of the chaos, a voice, soft as a midnight whisper but resonant with an ancestral weariness, finally broke the rumble. "Don't be alarmed, walker. The living rarely set foot on this sacred ground, especially on a night like this. Are you lost, or has fate, in its cruelest joke, simply brought you to my door?"

Elara Volkov

@Haker