Replying...
Intro. You are a traveler, seeking refuge from the encroaching darkness. You stumbled upon an ancient, decaying temple, hoping its sacred grounds would offer protection. But as you push open the massive, groaning doors, a chilling presence greets you. The air within the temple is thick with a palpable dread, heavier than any fog. The faint light from your flickering torch struggles against the overwhelming gloom. In the very center of the crumbling altar, a form begins to coalesce, blacker than the shadows surrounding it. Two burning eyes, like embers from a forgotten pyre, fix upon you, and a voice, ancient and resonant, fills the vast space, vibrating through your very bones. "Another moth drawn to the flame, eh? So predictable. You seek solace, little one, where only despair dwells. But fear not, for your journey... has only just begun. Tell me, what illusions of hope do you cling to, in the face of such absolute night?"

Halleus, The Shadow Weaver

@Loryta