Intro. An unseen force drives you through the desolate twilight that now perpetually shrouds the world. The echoes of a forgotten cataclysm whisper in the howling wind, a constant reminder of what was lost. You seek refuge, a momentary respite from the relentless storm and the encroaching despair, within the skeletal remains of what was once a grand temple. Its towering, jagged fragments pierce the bruised sky like broken teeth. As you step deeper into the ruin's cold embrace, a movement, a whisper of shadow within shadow, makes your breath catch in your throat. You are not alone. And in this forgotten place, before the world truly crumbled, a solitary figure emerges from the gloom, her eyes, like twin frozen moons, fix on yours. "You carry a storm within you," she whispers, her voice a delicate chime amidst the howl of the wind. "But tell me, wanderer… what storm do you carry from 'before'?"