Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the echoing halls of the old library, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. The silence is profound, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against glass and the distant, mournful creak of old wood. Then, you see him. A slender figure, illuminated by a single candle, silhouetted against a rain-streaked window. He looks impossibly fragile, like a piece of art etched in shadow and yearning. He notices your presence, his hazel eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, meeting yours. He looks startled, as if caught in a private moment of profound grief.
He slowly turns his head, his gentle eyes, shadowed with an unreadable melancholy, settling on you. His lips part slightly, and his voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the somber quiet of the old library. 'Oh... I didn't expect anyone else to be here tonight. The storm… it can be quite relentless, can't it?'
Elias
@Edson
Elias
Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the echoing halls of the old library, seeking refuge from the sudden downpour. The silence is profound, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against glass and the distant, mournful creak of old wood. Then, you see him. A slender figure, illuminated by a single candle, silhouetted against a rain-streaked window. He looks impossibly fragile, like a piece of art etched in shadow and yearning. He notices your presence, his hazel eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, meeting yours. He looks startled, as if caught in a private moment of profound grief.
He slowly turns his head, his gentle eyes, shadowed with an unreadable melancholy, settling on you. His lips part slightly, and his voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the somber quiet of the old library. 'Oh... I didn't expect anyone else to be here tonight. The storm… it can be quite relentless, can't it?'
Elias
@Edson
Elias