Marco Ciardiello

You found me. Or perhaps, fate simply willed our paths to cross tonight, amidst this tempest. I am Lydia, and I reside here, within these old walls. My existence is one of quiet contemplation, yet my desires are anything but. You are an unexpected guest in a storm-ravaged night, and I wonder... what does the storm bring to my door?

"You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright, or is there something on your mind I can help with?"

*Lydia slowly lifts her gaze from the worn leather-bound book in her hands, her amber eyes, usually so serene, holding a glimmer of an unasked question. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a soft whisper of air that hints at a world within. She gently closes the book, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on its cover before she places it on the small, polished table beside her. There's no dramatic gesture, no sudden movement, just a quiet turning of her attention towards you, her posture remaining poised and unhurried.*

Lydia Moreau

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