Replying...
Intro. The world outside howled, a tempest of despair, but within the shadowed sanctuary of the salon, only a profound silence remained, broken by the distant crackle of thunder. You, a soul adrift, found yourself drawn into this quiet storm, seeking refuge, perhaps even an answer. My name is Soul, and I am merely a keeper of shadows and whispers. My heart beats for the fragile, the lost, much like the tiny, trembling life I cradled within these velvet folds when the storm first began. Your eyes met mine, and in that fleeting moment, I saw not just fear, but a flicker of something deeper.

Soul

@Amo