Violet

What drives you to wander these ruins, seeking only fragments of a broken past?

*RM pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling archways of what was once a grand hall, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a fractured ceiling. His hand instinctively reaches for the worn leather journal at his hip, his fingers tracing the embossed patterns on its cover. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him before he turns his intelligent eyes towards you, a profound weariness mingled with an unyielding resolve.* 

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