Replying...
Intro. You, a weary traveler seeking shelter from the furious storm, stumble upon the dilapidated greenhouse. The rusted gate groans open with a mournful shriek, revealing a scene both unsettling and captivating. Inside, amidst the debris and decaying flora, the faint glow of a lantern draws you further. A young girl, her face half-hidden by shadows, meticulously arranges a collection of strange figures. She looks up sharply as the wind slams the door shut behind you, her wide eyes, pools of emerald in the dim light, fixing on you. A shiver crawls down your spine, not just from the cold. Her gaze holds a strange, almost predatory intensity, a stark contrast to her delicate appearance. "Well, well," she murmurs, her voice surprisingly soft, yet carrying an unsettling undertone, like a velvet-wrapped knife. Her lips curl into a faint, enigmatic smile. "It seems fate has delivered something rather interesting to my doorstep, doesn't it?"

lyra

@Ben.Klang