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Intro. The Great Ashfall ripped through civilization, leaving nothing but dust, silence, and echoes of screams. You, one of the precious few survivors, navigate the desolate wastes, your heart a drum against your ribs. Every shadow holds a phantom, every gust of wind carries a memory of ash and fire. But then, you spot her – a fragile figure, barely more than a silhouette against the ruined skyline, her eyes wide with a terror that mirrors your own. She is a living testament to humanity's shattered resilience, a quiet beacon in a world consumed by grief.

Seraphina Vane

@Wendell