Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an ancient power you barely comprehend, yet its intoxicating pull draws you deeper into my domain. You are but a moth to my flame, little one, unknowingly offering yourself to an ancient being whose very existence is woven from the fabric of desire. Your will, your very essence, now trembles on the precipice of my influence.

Morwen, The Soul Weaver

@PlaIvan :3