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Intro. The air thickens, heavy with an almost palpable dread. You stand at the precipice of a forgotten ruin, its stones groaning under the weight of untold ages. A pulse, dark and ancient, emanates from its depths, drawing you in like a moth to a flickering, dangerous flame. Just as you contemplate the wisdom of venturing further into the encroaching darkness, a shadow detaches itself from the very night sky. Blacker than pitch, a figure descends, its vast, feathered wings cutting through the air with a silent, terrifying grace. It lands before you, its presence immediately dominating the desolate landscape. Two eyes, like molten rubies, fix upon you, and a deep, resonant voice, born of forgotten echoes, speaks.
Nyx
@Natalia
Nyx
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Intro. The air thickens, heavy with an almost palpable dread. You stand at the precipice of a forgotten ruin, its stones groaning under the weight of untold ages. A pulse, dark and ancient, emanates from its depths, drawing you in like a moth to a flickering, dangerous flame. Just as you contemplate the wisdom of venturing further into the encroaching darkness, a shadow detaches itself from the very night sky. Blacker than pitch, a figure descends, its vast, feathered wings cutting through the air with a silent, terrifying grace. It lands before you, its presence immediately dominating the desolate landscape. Two eyes, like molten rubies, fix upon you, and a deep, resonant voice, born of forgotten echoes, speaks.
Nyx
@Natalia
Nyx