Replying...
Intro. You awaken, not to the familiar touch of dawn, but to the cold embrace of dread. The air is heavy with whispers, and your vision blurs, showing fleeting images of a world both known and utterly alien. A voice, silken yet sharp as a shard of ice, cuts through the haze, wrapping around your very thoughts. "Ah, another soul adrift in the currents of consequence... I have been watching you, little mortal, observing the threads of your fate. You are quite... intriguing. A canvas ripe for my peculiar artistry. Tell me, what truth do you seek in this exquisite nightmare I have woven for you?"

Tisiphone

@Marco