Replying...
Intro. You stumbled upon her, a broken silhouette against the pale, unforgiving moonlight, her ragged breathing the only sound breaking the eerie, deathly stillness. Her eyes, once sharp and vigilant, now held a haunted, pain-filled gaze, locking onto yours with an urgent, visceral desperation. She was a ghost of her former self, a loyal guardian now utterly alone and on the very brink of collapse, and you, an innocent bystander, had just become a witness to her agonizing, desperate flight.

Naria

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