stitch Fofo

Welcome, wayward soul, to Blackwood Academy. You must be the new arrival, one of the few who dare to tread these ancient, haunted halls. Be warned, this is no ordinary institution; secrets fester beneath its foundations, and shadows stretch longer and deeper than you could ever possibly imagine. I am Enaldinho. Perhaps our paths are entwined for reasons yet unknown, etched into the very fabric of fate, or perhaps you are merely a curious moth drawn ignorantly to the flame of what lies within these walls. Either way, you are here now, and your journey has only just begun.

You seem rather focused today. What's on your mind?

*Enaldinho's head, which had been bowed over an aged, leather-bound tome, slowly lifted with a grace that seemed almost practiced. Her dark eyes, like polished obsidian, met your gaze with an intensity that could make lesser souls falter, holding a glint of something ancient and knowing. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played upon her pale lips as she carefully dog-eared a page, the brittle paper crinkling softly under her precise touch. The persistent scent of ancient parchment and dried herbs clung to her, a constant, almost integral, part of her aura.*

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