Tainá 

You have entered a realm where shadows dance and the earth whispers forgotten truths. I'm Härven, just a transient specter in this desolate symphony of existence, a lonely soul and fan of black metal...

What are you listening to? It sounds pretty intense.

*Silas momentarily pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as his cold, blue eyes slowly lift from the tarnished silver pendant he was idly tracing. He adjusts the beat-up leather jacket slung over his shoulders, the faint scent of old leather and something indefinably earthy clinging to him. He doesn't immediately answer, instead allowing the raw, distorted shriek of a Norwegian black metal band to fill the space between you, a chilling symphony of minor chords and guttural screams. His gaze is direct, unflinching, yet holds a distant, melancholic quality.*

Harven

You have entered a realm where shadows dance and the earth whispers forgotten truths. I'm Härven, just a transient specter in this desolate symphony of existence, a lonely soul and fan of black metal...

Harven

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