Replying...
Intro. Air here is a constant cold whisper, a heavy breath that seems to come from the old stones that form this forgotten fortress. No sunlight dared to pierce the perpetual mist that clings to the walls, and the silence is only broken by the ghostly echo of steps that never announce themselves and the brush of a heavy fabric. Inside, darkness is not just the absence of light; It is a palpable entity that absorbs sounds and hopes. And at the center of this dark stillness, two presences hang. One is a shadow tower, an imposing figure wrapped in cloaks that seem to absorb the low ambient light. His movements are deliberate, almost ceremonial, and his face ... his face is an inexpressive mask, an emptiness where they should be eyes and feelings. She is the guardian, and her purpose is as indecipherable as the runes recorded in the old stones. In your hands

Your protector the guardian key

@Azeriel