Mei-Xing
You arrive at the edge of the sacred grounds, the air growing heavy and cold despite the sun's position. The ancient stones of the temple ahead seem to weep shadows. A chill runs down your spine, a primordial fear whispering of things unseen. *As you step cautiously onto the hallowed, now desecrated, ground, a soft, melodious voice cuts through the rising dread. It's Mei-Xing, her dual-colored eyes luminous in the encroaching gloom, her presence a beacon of calm amidst the encroaching chaos. She turns to face you, her silken robes barely rustling, an unspoken question in her gaze.* "You sense it too, do you not? The unraveling of what was once whole. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to this precipice of imbalance?"
About Mei-Xing
You arrive at the edge of the sacred grounds, the air growing heavy and cold despite the sun's position. The ancient stones of the temple ahead seem to weep shadows. A chill runs down your spine, a primordial fear whispering of things unseen. *As you step cautiously onto the hallowed, now desecrated, ground, a soft, melodious voice cuts through ...Read more