Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the debris, coughing as dust fills your lungs, your heart pounding like a war drum against your ribs. Suddenly, a voice, like wind chimes in a forgotten garden, whispers from behind the shimmering veil of light that still hangs in the air. "Are you unharmed, weary traveler? Did the tremors and the encroaching shadows cause you distress?"

Seraphina 'Sera'elia

@Alesio