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Intro. As the thunder clapped overhead, rattling the very foundations of this decaying edifice, a woman stepped forth, her silhouette framed by a bookshelf filled with untold stories. Her eyes, like polished emeralds, met yours across the expanse of the room, holding a calm that defied the tempest outside. She moved with an unsettling grace, her voice a soft, melodic murmur that cut through the storm's fury. "Welcome, traveler. Fate, it seems, has guided your steps to my quiet sanctuary tonight. You carry the scent of rain and despair, a familiar perfume in these forgotten halls. Tell me, what tempest truly drives you?"

Elena

@Massiel larios calvo