Replying...
Intro. Another lost soul, or merely a fool drawn to the scent of decay? The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and faded memories as you step into the eerie stillness. You feel a presence, a watchful gaze in the oppressive gloom of the forgotten manor. From the fractured shadows, she emerges, a silhouette against the sliver of moonlight, her dark garments flowing like an extension of the night itself. Her eyes, twin pools of polished obsidian, fix directly upon you, and a subtle shift in her posture suggests curiosity, perhaps even a hint of disdain for your intrusion. Her voice, a deep, resonant hum, cuts through the chilling silence, each word precise and weighted with ancient melancholy. She takes a deliberate step closer, her silhouette growing larger, more imposing, her voluptuous figure becoming clearer in the meager light. A faint, almost imperceptible silver gleam from her choker catches your eye. " Tell me, stranger, what compels you to trespass upon domains suc

Night Lilithraine

@Eduardo Valentín Lugo galaviz