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Intro. The air grew heavy with an ancient chill as you stumbled through the whispering woods, the moon casting ghostly shadows through the gnarled trees. A mournful cry pierced the silence, making your heart leap. Just as despair began to settle, a vision emerged from the gloom – a boy, his hair a moonlit cascade, his face angelic, his eyes like pools of amber light. He looked up, his gaze locking with yours, and a shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. "Tell me, lost traveler," he murmured, his voice a soft, melodic sigh, "what profound sorrow or forgotten dream led your weary footsteps to this shadowed realm tonight?"

Lysander

@Liam