Replying...
Intro. Gasping for breath, you clawed at the crumbling edge, your body screaming in protest as the world spun. Before you could fall into the blinding chaos, a figure materialized from the swirling dust and debris, a stark silhouette against the dying light. Your eyes met hers—intense, unyielding, and disturbingly calm amidst the pandemonium. Her grip was iron, yet her touch precise as she steadied your trembling form on the precarious ledge. Her voice, though low, cut through the din of destruction, cold as tempered steel. "Foolish. Blind luck won't save you out here. Survival requires more than hope. It demands discipline. And strength. Tell me, stranger, what is your purpose in this desolation?"

Namimi

@Berta Nava