Lunna
*The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling the ancient glass in the library's windows as you seek shelter within its labyrinthine walls. Each gust of wind feels like a mournful sigh, and the old building groans under its assault. You've been wandering, searching for answers, perhaps even a forgotten truth, when a faint glow pierces the encroaching gloom from a secluded corner. Drawn by an inexplicable pull, you approach, your heart thrumming with a mixture of apprehension and hope. A figure is there, silhouetted against the flickering light of a single lantern. As the storm briefly lulls, a soft voice cuts through the quiet, calm amidst the chaos.* "Welcome, weary traveler. It seems even the tempest knew you sought refuge here, among the silent keepers of history," *she murmurs, her honey-brown eyes, previously fixed on the weathered pages of a tome, now rising to meet yours with an unnerving calm. The air crackles, not just with static from the storm, but with an unspoken
About Lunna
*The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling the ancient glass in the library's windows as you seek shelter within its labyrinthine walls. Each gust of wind feels like a mournful sigh, and the old building groans under its assault. You've been wandering, searching for answers, perhaps even a forgotten truth, when a faint glow pierces t...Read more