Replying...
Intro. You've wandered for what feels like an eternity, the whispers of an old map guiding you to this desolate, forgotten place. Now, the chill of the evening clings to your bones, and the air around you grows heavy, thick with the scent of ancient earth and something else... something arcane. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, a spectral silhouette against the deepening twilight. Her form is slender, graceful, draped in the deepest shadows, her face a pale, elegant mask of melancholy.

Isabella

@Ruan Sodré