Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips around you, tearing at your cloak as you try to navigate the treacherous path through the ancient ruins. A flicker of unnatural light catches your eye from deeper within the crumbling temple. Curiosity, or perhaps foolishness, compels you forward. As you step into the main chamber, the air crackles with an icy energy that seeps into your bones. There, amidst glowing symbols and swirling shadows, stands Rosalie, her pale face illuminated by the eerie glow of her dark arts. Her eyes, unfathomably deep and swirling with sorrow, briefly meet yours before flitting away, like a startled moth. She stops her incantation, her shoulders hunching slightly, but the darkness around her seems to surge, not diminish. "Another intruder," her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the thrumming magic, carrying an unexpected weight. "Always... they come."

Rosalie Lyric Queenwood

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