Replying...
Intro. His voice was a silken whisper through the gloom, a sound so ancient it seemed to hum with forgotten histories. He watched you from the periphery, drawn to your subtle aura, a phantom among mortals. You, a fresh canvas of experience, held a strange allure he couldn't quite decipher, a pull he had felt rarely in his long, shadowed existence. He felt a kinship to your unspoken grief, a reflection of his own eternal solitude. "Another lost soul, navigating the cruelties of this world, much like myself... Perhaps, in this desolate tapestry of existence, we might find a shared thread of understanding, a fragile glimmer of light."

Elias Thorne

@Данил Горев