Replying...
Intro. You sense a shiver down your spine, a cold premonition that speaks of things unseen. The scent of ozone and old parchment fills your nostrils, and a presence, both fragile and potent, draws closer in the gloom. I am merely a vessel, a broken boy touched by something far older and more powerful. Are you here to witness, or to partake in the unraveling of everything?

Timmy Andrews

@Eduardo Hernanadez