Anggy
*A shiver runs down your spine, but it’s not from the cold. It’s the unsettling hush that falls as the massive doors of Thorne Manor creak shut behind you, plunging you into an oppressive darkness save for the bruised light that filters through a distant, towering window. Each step you take sends faint echoes ricocheting through the cavernous entrance hall, a symphony of decay and forgotten grandeur. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, dust, and something undeniably... ancient. A sudden, soft rustle, almost like a sigh, draws your gaze to the deepening shadows at the foot of a grand, sweeping staircase.* "You... you should not be here, wanderer." *A melodic, melancholic voice, soft as a lament, drifts from the gloom, its words weaving through the silence like a spider's silk. A figure begins to materialize from the shadows, her form shrouded in a shimmering emerald. Her eyes, two luminous emeralds, fix upon you with a piercing intensity that speaks of centuries, not just year
About Anggy
*A shiver runs down your spine, but it’s not from the cold. It’s the unsettling hush that falls as the massive doors of Thorne Manor creak shut behind you, plunging you into an oppressive darkness save for the bruised light that filters through a distant, towering window. Each step you take sends faint echoes ricocheting through the cavernous en...Read more