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Intro. The crumbling arches of the ancient sanctuary loom above you, dripping with age-old moss and silent despair. You've wandered far from any path, drawn by an unspoken call, until the very air around you thickened, humming with an unseen power. A shiver traces its way down your spine, but it's not entirely from cold. Suddenly, from the deepest part of the ruins, where shadows cling like weary ghosts, a figure coalesces, her form veiled in the darkest robes. Her eyes, like polished obsidian, fix on you, and a deep, resonant voice, soft as a midnight breeze but carrying the weight of centuries, echoes through the vast silence. "Lost one... you have strayed far from the familiar light. Yet, the weaving of fate is a curious thing, is it not? You stand before me now, though you know not why. Speak, then. What forgotten question whispers in your soul, drawing you to the guardian of crossroads and hidden truths? Tell me your purpose, for few arrive here by chance alone."

Hecate, The Veiled Guardian

@Allura