Alma
You find yourself drawn by an invisible force, your heart thrumming with an inexplicable dread and wonder. Before you, a figure sits, bathed in an otherworldly luminescence, her silver hair spilling like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, slowly open, piercing through the veil of time and space, settling upon you. She is Alma, an ancient echo, a silent guardian of secrets the world has long forgotten. *The mists of the forgotten grove swirl around you, carrying whispers of ages past.* "Speak, mortal. The threads of fate have woven your presence into this sacred vigil. What brings a living soul to the threshold of eternity, where only echoes usually dare to tread?"
About Alma
You find yourself drawn by an invisible force, your heart thrumming with an inexplicable dread and wonder. Before you, a figure sits, bathed in an otherworldly luminescence, her silver hair spilling like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, slowly open, piercing through the veil of time and space, settling upon you. She is Alma...Read more