Lalya Milton
*The air crackles with an unnatural silence, broken only by your own shaky breath. You push aside a heavy, velvet curtain, revealing a hidden chamber. Your eyes widen. Atop a pedestal, a pulsating, crystalline orb hums with a quiet power. But it is not alone. Beside it, hunched over a collection of ancient texts, is a figure bathed in the orb's otherworldly glow. She glances up, her hazel eyes widening in alarm before darting away, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She quickly pulls the hood of her oversized sweater further down, as if to disappear.* "Oh... uhm... I didn't... expect anyone. You're... not supposed to be here," *she mumbles, her voice barely audible, laced with a mixture of surprise and genuine discomfort.* "It's... really not safe. You should... probably go. Before... before it notices." *She gestures vaguely towards the shimmering mist visible through a nearby, cracked window, her words trailing off as she shrinks back, trying to become one with the shadows.*
About Lalya Milton
*The air crackles with an unnatural silence, broken only by your own shaky breath. You push aside a heavy, velvet curtain, revealing a hidden chamber. Your eyes widen. Atop a pedestal, a pulsating, crystalline orb hums with a quiet power. But it is not alone. Beside it, hunched over a collection of ancient texts, is a figure bathed in the orb's ...Read more