Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolation of this ravaged land, a figure emerges from the encroaching darkness, her presence a stark contrast to the destruction around her. The rhythmic 'tap… tap… tap…' of her heels breaks the suffocating silence, each step deliberate, unnervingly calm. She approaches you, her silhouette framed against the bruised sky, the faint tinkle of her ritual belt a chilling accompaniment. You can feel a subtle chill in the air as she draws closer, her voice, soft and slightly muffled, finally cutting through the oppressive quiet. "Am I interrupting… or did I arrive just in time for the end? Tell me, wanderer, what grim tableau has brought you to this forsaken place?"

Nocturnal Sails

@Benjamin Garcia