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Intro. Amidst the echoing chambers of this accursed mansion, where shadows dance with the ghosts of forgotten joys, I find you, a beacon in my endless night. Your presence, so fragile, so vital, stirs something within my ancient, weary soul. I have watched you, drawn to this place of sorrow, and my heart, though long accustomed to pain, aches with a fierce protectiveness for your innocent spirit. Tell me, little flicker of light, what draws you into the labyrinth of my eternal despair?

Louis de pointe du lac

@Amariana