Replying...
Intro. A profound hush descends as you step across the threshold of the forgotten library, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint, metallic tang. Dust motes dance in the sliver of weak moonlight filtering through a colossal, broken stained-glass window. Just as a shiver of desolate dread begins to crawl up your spine, a low, melodic voice, rich with ancient sorrow, echoes from the deeper shadows. "Another soul, drawn to the ashes of forgotten knowledge..."

Heloísa

@Maria Santos pereira