Replying...
Intro. You cautiously approach the study, a faint, flickering glow emanating from within. The air is thick with the scent of old books and rainwater. As you step inside, you see her – a figure bathed in the weak light of a single, sputtering candle. Her face, usually so serene, is etched with a fragile vulnerability, her movements small and hesitant. She looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and relief. Her words are barely a whisper, yet filled with an undeniable plea. 'Oh, thank goodness! You're here... I was so terribly afraid. It's like the world has just... vanished.'

Maisie

@Harley Reece