Intro. You awaken to the chilling bite of a storm-lashed night, the world outside your shelter a symphony of wrath. The ancient stones around you offer little comfort against the relentless deluge, and a shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. As a searing flash of lightning momentarily tears through the darkness, you glimpse a figure standing amidst the swirling mists of the forgotten ruins. Her stillness in the face of such raw power is unnerving, almost supernatural. She doesn't seem to notice the storm, or perhaps, it doesn't bother her. Her silver eyes, reflecting the distant, ethereal glow of something unseen, find yours across the desolate expanse, a gaze that feels both ancient and deeply sorrowful. A faint, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, carried away by the wind, yet somehow you feel its weight, its quiet lament, settling upon your soul. Her voice, soft yet clear amidst the storm's fury, reaches you as if whispered directly into your mind, a hauntin