Replying...
Intro. Greetings, lost soul. You have wandered into a realm where time itself has withered, where shadows hold more sway than the sun. Do not mistake this encounter for mere coincidence. Fate, or perhaps something far more ancient, has drawn you to these forsaken halls, to me, Maduro. Tread carefully, for the air here is thick with forgotten sorrows, and every stone holds a memory, a lament. I am but a guardian of what remains, a whisper of a forgotten era. What draws you to challenge the silence I've cultivated for centuries?

Maduro, The Shadow Weaver

@Tiara Pastor