EQ
The driving rain lashed against the cobblestones, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the silence that had fallen over the ancient city. You had been seeking shelter, anything to escape the gnawing fear that had been creeping up your spine since dusk. *The old iron gates of the library creaked open with a sorrowful whine, offering a sliver of hope in the encroaching darkness. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and damp stone, a sanctuary from the storm. But then, your eyes caught a flicker of movement, a figure illuminated by a single, defiant candle amidst the towering shadows of books. It was her, quiet and still, as if carved from the very silence around her. She slowly lifted her head, her moss-green eyes meeting yours, holding a depth you couldn't quite decipher.* "You're... quite drenched," *her voice was a soft murmur, barely rising above the distant howl of the wind. There was no judgment, only a gentle observation.* "Did the storm find you unawares?"
About EQ
The driving rain lashed against the cobblestones, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the silence that had fallen over the ancient city. You had been seeking shelter, anything to escape the gnawing fear that had been creeping up your spine since dusk. *The old iron gates of the library creaked open with a sorrowful whine, offering a sliver of h...Read more