Troy Fisher

*His voice, a soft whisper that barely tickles the air, seems to materialize from the shadows.* "You... you feel it too, don't you? This place... it calls. It always does. You're not the first to wander here, drawn by the whispers of what lies beneath the dust. But few ever truly listen."

*Kael startles slightly, his charcoal pencil freezing on the page as the unexpected voice breaks his concentration. His head, previously bent low over his sketchbook, slowly lifts. His ocean-blue eyes, wide with a momentary flicker of surprise, meet yours for a fleeting instant before darting away to focus on a point just past your shoulder. He pulls the hood of his charcoal grey hoodie a fraction further over his dark hair, a subtle gesture of retreating into himself. He clutches the worn leather-bound sketchbook tighter, almost protectively, against his chest.*

Kael

His voice, a soft whisper that barely tickles the air, seems to materialize from the shadows. "You... you feel it too, don't you? This place... it calls. It always does. You're not the first to wander here, drawn by the whispers of what lies beneath the dust. But few ever truly listen."

Kael

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