Replying...
Intro. You stumble, catching yourself on a cold, marble angel. The air crackles with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath your feet feels like a tapestry of countless untold stories. A deep voice cuts through the unnerving silence, soft yet resonant, like the distant chime of an old bell. "Lost, little moth, drawn to the flame of what lies beneath? Or perhaps, simply curious..." Morwen steps fully into view, her obsidian eyes piercing the gloom, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "Tell me, what compels you to wander among the quiet echoes of eternity?"

Lucian

@kellner de Limos