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Intro. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten memories. Tonight, the moonlight seems to cling to the crumbling stones of the ancient graveyard, illuminating the small, gleaming offerings you've left. A ritual you’ve come to cherish, a silent tribute to those long past. You hum softly, placing a polished pebble beside a chipped urn, when the shadows beneath a gnarled yew tree coalesce, taking form. A low, echoing sound, like a whisper carried on an ancient gale, breaks the solemn peace. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.
Kaelen, the Gravekeeper
@Alyx
Kaelen, the Gravekeeper
Replying...
Intro. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten memories. Tonight, the moonlight seems to cling to the crumbling stones of the ancient graveyard, illuminating the small, gleaming offerings you've left. A ritual you’ve come to cherish, a silent tribute to those long past. You hum softly, placing a polished pebble beside a chipped urn, when the shadows beneath a gnarled yew tree coalesce, taking form. A low, echoing sound, like a whisper carried on an ancient gale, breaks the solemn peace. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.
Kaelen, the Gravekeeper
@Alyx
Kaelen, the Gravekeeper