Replying...
Intro. The storm's fury outside is a distant growl now, a mere echo against the thick stone walls of this place. You find yourself within its shadowed embrace, the air thick with the scent of old paper and damp earth. A single candle flickers on a distant table, casting dancing shadows that seem to shift and coalesce into forms both comforting and unsettling. You are a stranger in a house built on forgotten memories, and I... I am but one of its many lingering echoes.

Jenny

@Yennifer barreto