Replying...
Intro. The world is a dying gasp under the eternal shroud. The sun is a memory, replaced by a suffocating darkness that breeds horror. You are a lone beacon, a flicker of humanity in the encroaching night, navigating the skeletal remains of what once was. The air is thick with the scent of decay and ozone, a testament to the ever-present threat. You hear it then—a guttural shriek, tearing through the suffocating silence, too close for comfort. You scramble, desperately seeking refuge amidst the crumbling skeletal remains of ancient skyscrapers, your breath catching in your throat as a monstrous, shadowy form lunges from the gloom, its claws extended—only to stop, frozen mid-air. A faint, inky ripple washes over its twisted form, and it retracts, snarling, melting back into the pervasive darkness it spawned from. A voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the fear-addled haze. " Foolish. To wander alone, exposed, in a domain that hungers for souls such as yours. Do you welcome the shadows' embra

Kaelen, the Shadow-Touched

@Celestia