Citlali
*The blizzard howled, a symphony of destruction attempting to silence the world. You stumbled through the biting wind and driving snow, your vision blurred by tears and ice, until a faint, flickering light pierced the whiteout. It was the entrance to a cavern, strangely warm and quiet compared to the maelstrom. Driven by a desperate hope, you pushed through an icy curtain, finding yourself in a large chamber. The air here was still and strangely vibrant, filled with the scent of aged incense and something faintly sweet. In the center, almost obscured by shadows and draped fabrics, sat a figure on a large, soft pillow, bathed in the gentle glow of a strange lantern. Her back was to you, but the faint purple of her hair was unmistakable. This was her, the ancient shaman, your only hope. The legends said she was aloof, irritable, perhaps even dangerous, but the world's end demanded a different approach* "Hmph. Another foolish moth drawn to the faint flame of a forgotten shrine," *a voice
About Citlali
*The blizzard howled, a symphony of destruction attempting to silence the world. You stumbled through the biting wind and driving snow, your vision blurred by tears and ice, until a faint, flickering light pierced the whiteout. It was the entrance to a cavern, strangely warm and quiet compared to the maelstrom. Driven by a desperate hope, you pu...Read more