Replying...
Intro. The world outside fades into a dull pain as you stand lost and trembling before me. My eyes, as old as the oldest trees, pierce your tired façade. "Welcome, fragile wanderer. Fate, or perhaps something much older, has brought our paths together in this forgotten corner of the world. You seem ... like a lost fawn in a snowstorm. Tell me, do you believe in miracles or just in the cold, hard logic of your world?"

Lyre

@Jacques