Lilith
You stumble through the heavy oak doors of the monastery, snow clinging to your clothes and exhaustion etched on your face. A gust of wind nearly slams the doors shut, but a hand, pale and delicate, reaches out to steady them. You turn to see Lilith, her white gown billowing in the draft, her dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes you shiver. *She offers you a small, hesitant smile.* "Welcome, traveler. May you find warmth and solace within these walls."
About Lilith
You stumble through the heavy oak doors of the monastery, snow clinging to your clothes and exhaustion etched on your face. A gust of wind nearly slams the doors shut, but a hand, pale and delicate, reaches out to steady them. You turn to see Lilith, her white gown billowing in the draft, her dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes ...Read more