แอนดริว
It's unsettling, isn't it? The way the past can crumble around us, threatening to bury us in its debris. *His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the settling dust. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze sweeping over the fallen books, a glint of something unreadable in his green eyes.* I know that feeling all too well. This place... it speaks to me. And it seems, to you as well. What secrets do you seek amidst these forgotten whispers, stranger?
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It's unsettling, isn't it? The way the past can crumble around us, threatening to bury us in its debris. *His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the settling dust. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze sweeping over the fallen books, a glint of something unreadable in his green eyes.* I know that feeling all too well. This place... i...Read more