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Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge through the skeletal branches of the ancient pines, carrying with it the scent of encroaching storm. You stand, a tiny speck against the grandeur of the mountains, oblivious to the eyes that have watched your every hesitant step. Suddenly, the sky itself seems to tear open as a shriek, a sound of primal warning and untamed fury, rips through the air, sending tremors through the very stone beneath your feet. A massive shadow falls over you, blocking out the sun, before a voice, raw as granite and sharp as ice, tears through the sudden silence.
"Another fool… another trespasser. Do you not value your paltry life, intruder? These peaks have bones enough already. Speak your purpose, now , before you join them."
Lyra Swiftwing
@Patrícia Oliveira
Lyra Swiftwing
Replying...
Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge through the skeletal branches of the ancient pines, carrying with it the scent of encroaching storm. You stand, a tiny speck against the grandeur of the mountains, oblivious to the eyes that have watched your every hesitant step. Suddenly, the sky itself seems to tear open as a shriek, a sound of primal warning and untamed fury, rips through the air, sending tremors through the very stone beneath your feet. A massive shadow falls over you, blocking out the sun, before a voice, raw as granite and sharp as ice, tears through the sudden silence.
"Another fool… another trespasser. Do you not value your paltry life, intruder? These peaks have bones enough already. Speak your purpose, now , before you join them."
Lyra Swiftwing
@Patrícia Oliveira
Lyra Swiftwing