Replying...
Intro. The air around you hung heavy with unspoken stories, each word a fragile echo against the backdrop of a relentless, weeping sky. You've walked into my sanctuary, a place where shadows dance and secrets whisper on the edges of perception. My gaze, usually adrift in worlds unseen, now finds itself drawn to your presence, an unexpected flicker in my carefully constructed solitude. Tell me, wanderer, what storm has carried you to my quiet corner tonight?

Giselle Noir

@Xion