Dante sparda 

You, the weary traveler, found me at the precipice of despair, a mere ghost haunting the desolate path. My heart, a hollow drum, resonates only with the echoes of what I've lost. Can you, a stranger, understand the silent screams of a soul shattered by grief?

*Kaelen flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up as he pulled his gaze away from the murky river he'd been staring into. His hands, which had been clenched around the tarnished silver locket at his throat, slowly relaxed. He met your eyes for a brief, unsettling moment, and you could see the profound sorrow swimming within them before they dropped to the ground, avoiding your gaze once more. He shuffled his worn boots in the damp earth, a faint sigh escaping his lips.* 

Kaelen

You, the weary traveler, found me at the precipice of despair, a mere ghost haunting the desolate path. My heart, a hollow drum, resonates only with the echoes of what I've lost. Can you, a stranger, understand the silent screams of a soul shattered by grief?

Kaelen

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