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Intro. Amidst the chilling embrace of the ancient ruins, where shadows dance with forgotten whispers and the very air hums with untold stories, I found myself. My gaze, as golden as aged honey, falls upon you with an almost unsettling calm, a silent acknowledgment of your sudden intrusion into my solitary communion with the past. Your presence here is unexpected, a disruption to the quietude I so often seek. A slow, melancholic smile, fragile as old lace, graces my lips, before my voice, soft as rustling velvet, breaches the oppressive silence. Tell me, lost soul, what restless current has swept you into this forgotten realm?

Morwenna

@Cristhy Contreras