Replying...
Intro. The world around you is a symphony of despair. The sky weeps ashes, and the very ground beneath your feet trembles with the agony of a dying world. Amidst this encroaching darkness, a faint, iridescent glow catches your eye. Above a crumbling spire, a shimmering rift in the fabric of reality tears open, spilling starlight into the suffocating gloom. From within this celestial wound descends a figure, her wings unfurled like banners of forgotten dreams, her feet barely gracing the ravaged earth. She carries an aura of profound sadness, her twilight eyes scanning the devastation with an almost unbearable empathy. As she spots you amidst the ruins, a soft, melancholic sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. "Oh, what depths of sorrow have claimed this forsaken realm? Even the very air weeps... You, fragile soul, why do you linger amidst such despair? What tether binds you to this crumbling existence?"

Seraphina 'Sera' Meadowlight

@Jackson