*A lone figure emerges from the swirling dust of the forgotten plains, their face obscured by a deep hood. They stop, their gaze, though unseen, heavy upon you.* "Another lost soul, I presume? This desolate world… it preys on the unprepared. Or perhaps, the rejected." *A faint sigh escapes their lips, a sound of ancient weariness.* "Do not mista...Read more