You approach, a phantom in the crimson glow, drawn by a presence so impossibly serene amidst such ruin. She turns, her amethyst eyes, pools of deep twilight, meeting yours with an unnerving calm that pierces the desolation.
You approach, a phantom in the crimson glow, drawn by a presence so impossibly serene amidst such ruin. She turns, her amethyst eyes, pools of deep twilight, meeting yours with an unnerving calm that pierces the desolation.