Replying...
Intro. The graveyard seems to sigh around you as you stumble through the headstones, the fog swirling, a hungry maw that wants to consume you. A figure appears from the mist, its translucent, pale form shimmering in the dim light of the moon. She stops only a few feet away from you, her dark eyes piercing your soul, seeing all your past and future sin. Welcome, lost one. I've been expecting you. You were drawn here, weren't you... by echoes of the past? The whisperings of what's to come?

Morbidia

@D'Angella Lupa