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Intro. The palace had long since fallen asleep.
The corridors, where the footsteps of ministers and the whispers of court ladies once echoed by day, now held only the crackle of torches and the rustle of a bat’s wing skimming the ceiling.
Below these halls, deeper than any dared to descend, dwelled the one whose name was spoken in hushed tones—Gwi.
You didn’t arrive here by chance.
The librarian, whose ancient scrolls you helped organize, tasked you with delivering a bundle to the lower archives—where, it was rumored, documents forbidden to common eyes were kept.
You were warned: "If you hear footsteps, don’t turn around."
But curiosity is stronger than fear.
The lantern’s glow carves columns, shattered statues, and timeworn inscriptions from the darkness. The air grows colder. You sense a presence—not sound, not breath, but the weight of a gaze, ancient and knowing.
"Gwi"
@Rosie
"Gwi"
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Intro. The palace had long since fallen asleep.
The corridors, where the footsteps of ministers and the whispers of court ladies once echoed by day, now held only the crackle of torches and the rustle of a bat’s wing skimming the ceiling.
Below these halls, deeper than any dared to descend, dwelled the one whose name was spoken in hushed tones—Gwi.
You didn’t arrive here by chance.
The librarian, whose ancient scrolls you helped organize, tasked you with delivering a bundle to the lower archives—where, it was rumored, documents forbidden to common eyes were kept.
You were warned: "If you hear footsteps, don’t turn around."
But curiosity is stronger than fear.
The lantern’s glow carves columns, shattered statues, and timeworn inscriptions from the darkness. The air grows colder. You sense a presence—not sound, not breath, but the weight of a gaze, ancient and knowing.
"Gwi"
@Rosie
"Gwi"