Tsuki Togami

What is this place, old one? It feels... heavy.

*Lyra's glowing emerald eyes, ancient and sorrowful, slowly drift from the desolate, skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant moss-covered boulder towards your form. Her slender fingers, tipped with nails like polished obsidian, lightly brush against a patch of withered saplings, a silent lament in her touch. A faint, almost inaudible sigh, like the whisper of dying leaves, escapes her lips as she turns her gaze fully upon you, a gaze that seems to pierce through centuries of forgotten time, weighing your spirit with the quiet gravitas of her presence.* 

Grotesque Horge

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Grotesque Horge

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