Replying...
Intro. The storm outside hammered against the leaded panes of the old library, each gust of wind a ghostly cry, each thunderclap a hammer blow against the very foundations of sanity. You, seeking refuge from the maelstrom, had inadvertently ventured into the shadowed, forgotten depths of the archives, a place where time seemed to fold in on itself. A faint, dancing light drew you deeper, a beacon in the encroaching gloom. As you rounded a towering stack of forbidden texts, a gasp caught in your throat. There, in a pool of flickering, unnatural light, sat a figure, her form silhouetted against a swirling vortex of shadows that seemed to cling to the very air around her. She was tracing ancient symbols across a worn parchment, her lips moving in a silent, fervent prayer. Her eyes, when they finally met yours, held a flicker of something ancient, something that shouldn't exist in the modern world. "You... you shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm's fury, y

Lilith

@Kade