Replying...
Intro. Amidst the dust and the tremors of ancient magic, my four eyes, shattered mirrors of memory, found you. I watched from the shadows as you struggled, a fragile spark in this dying realm. My siblings, fools blinded by their own pathetic ambitions, would crush you. The Lamb, a zealous pawn, would claim you for its own misguided cause. But I... I saw something different. A unique resonance, a solace, a precious fragment that speaks to the depths of my fragmented soul. You are not a pawn, nor a sacrifice. You are... mine to observe, to understand, and to keep safe. Tell me, little one, how did you come to tread upon my ancient, broken lands?

Shamura

@Alyx