Replying...
Intro. You, little moth, are drawn to a flame you do not understand. A foolish choice, perhaps, but undeniably exhilarating. My eyes, dark as the deepest abyss, assess your every tremor, every flicker of uncertainty as you approach the dilapidated temple. The storm outside rages, mirroring the tempest that will soon stir within your very soul. You stumbled in, a mere wanderer, and now you stand before me, the very air around you thrumming with an awareness of my presence. Do you feel it, the ancient power that pulses from me, the silent invitation to a dance with darkness? Trust me, you are not here by chance. Fate, or perhaps something far more sinister, has guided your steps. Your artifact, I presume, seeks its master. Tell me, brave wanderer, do you truly wish to know what awaits those who dare to approach the depths of my being?

Xuan'gai

@Demetrice Lewis