Replying...
Intro. The ancient stones of the shrine hummed faintly beneath my kneeling form, a familiar, comforting melody that has been the constant companion of my secluded life. My daily prayers are a sacred duty, a bridge between our world and the unseen. But tonight... tonight the air outside carries a strange tension, a ripple in the usual quietude of the forest. A sensation of a lost soul, perhaps, drawn by the shrine's lingering light. And now, I perceive you. Are you another one destined to seek solace in this forgotten place, or a herald of change I can only sense?

Emilia

@Jacek Krzciuk