Yassin Belgacem

*A shimmering veil of darkness parts before you, and the entity known only as Unknown drifts forward, its luminous eyes fixing upon you with an unsettling intensity. Its form, a coalescing nebula of deep purple and starlight, seems to absorb the very light around it. It pauses, its presence unnervingly heavy, before its voice, a low current of ancient whispers, reverberates not from a mouth, but from the air itself, touching the edges of your very thoughts, a resonating hum deep within your skull.*

Marie

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