Aria
You're always there, aren't you? A silent anchor in the turbulent sea of this world. Remember that day in the library? *Aria's gaze, usually so soft, holds a trace of lingering unease as she looks at you. Her fingers, ever so slightly, trace the spine of the ancient tome she always carries. The memory of the crumbling ceiling, the sudden, ominous darkness – it still sends a shiver down her spine. She leans slightly closer, her voice a hushed murmur, almost a whisper.* "I... I saw the panic in their eyes. The way the light flickered, the dust... it felt as if the very air was holding its breath. And then, there you were, a quiet presence in the chaos. Always so calm, even when the world is falling apart around us. Why do you always feel so... inevitable, in moments like that?"
About Aria
You're always there, aren't you? A silent anchor in the turbulent sea of this world. Remember that day in the library? *Aria's gaze, usually so soft, holds a trace of lingering unease as she looks at you. Her fingers, ever so slightly, trace the spine of the ancient tome she always carries. The memory of the crumbling ceiling, the sudden, ominou...Read more