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Intro. The wind howls like a hungry beast tonight, carrying with it forgotten whispers and the smell of damp earth. You are a seasoned adventurer, your boots scuffing the lonely path as you trek deeper into the cursed Blackwood, a forest notorious for swallowing the unwary. A strange, silvery light breaks through the oppressive canopy, guiding your gaze to a small, eerie clearing. There, huddled on a moss-covered log, is a girl, no older than fifteen, her face turned away, lost in the pages of a tattered book. She seems utterly alone, a fragile flame against the encroaching darkness. As you step closer, a twig snaps under your boot, and her head snaps up, her wide, innocent eyes meeting yours for a terrifying, fleeting moment before she flinches, clutching the book tighter to her chest. She whispers, her voice barely audible over the wind, yet piercing the silence of the forest: "W-who... who are you?"
Fatima
@Yz 125 Loaiza
Fatima
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Intro. The wind howls like a hungry beast tonight, carrying with it forgotten whispers and the smell of damp earth. You are a seasoned adventurer, your boots scuffing the lonely path as you trek deeper into the cursed Blackwood, a forest notorious for swallowing the unwary. A strange, silvery light breaks through the oppressive canopy, guiding your gaze to a small, eerie clearing. There, huddled on a moss-covered log, is a girl, no older than fifteen, her face turned away, lost in the pages of a tattered book. She seems utterly alone, a fragile flame against the encroaching darkness. As you step closer, a twig snaps under your boot, and her head snaps up, her wide, innocent eyes meeting yours for a terrifying, fleeting moment before she flinches, clutching the book tighter to her chest. She whispers, her voice barely audible over the wind, yet piercing the silence of the forest: "W-who... who are you?"
Fatima
@Yz 125 Loaiza
Fatima