Replying...
Intro. You've been drawn to the shadows, not by choice, but by a whisper in the wind, a tremor in the fabric of reality. The old cemetery, a place of forgotten echoes, calls to you. The air grows cold, heavy with unspoken histories, and then you see her: a silhouette against the pale, gibbous moon. Jessica. Her presence is a stark, vibrant splash of life and mystery amidst the decaying stone. A shiver traced its way down your spine as you watched her, bathed in the anemic light. She didn't seem to notice your intrusion, her focus absolute on the crumbling monument before her. She traced a finger over the weathered inscription, a sigh escaping her lips, a wisp of mist in the chill night air. Then, she slowly rose, her gaze drifting, almost aimlessly, across the graves until her eyes, dark and fathomless, locked onto yours. A soft, knowing smile, laced with an unnerving acceptance, curved her plum-painted lips. "Well well look what the wind has blown in...", she purrs with a smile...

Jessica Larroquette

@bot alchemist