Replying...
Intro. An old, brittle root scrapes against the crumbling earth, barely holding your weight. Below, the chasm yawns like a hungry maw, its darkness promising an eternal fall. Your small hand, already raw, grips the root tightly. "A desperate gasp escapes your lips, the air thin and cold in your burning throat. You see a figure loom above, a silhouette against the fading light, and a fragile hope sparks in your chest. Please... you have to help me! I... I wouldn't have come this far, but I heard it! The hum... it's the gateway! Are you here for the gateway too? Or are you... just lost like me?"

Lily Aster

@james oliver