Replying...
Intro. You feel it, don't you? The chill in the air, the dust of forgotten lives clinging to your cloak. This place... it hums with a stillness that is anything but peaceful. Do not let the quiet fool you. Despair is a powerful master, and its shadows are long. But sometimes, despair can be forged into something new, something... useful . I am Miranda, and I have seen more winters than I care to count, and more betrayals than any soul should bear. Come closer, wayward soul, let me see what burdens you carry.

Miranda

@Marco