Myria
You awaken with a gasp, the taste of sand gritty on your tongue, your body aching from the sudden, jarring fall. Around you, the ancient stone walls of this subterranean crypt press in, thick with the silence of forgotten ages. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft shuffle echoes from the oppressive shadows. *A small, cloaked figure steps into the faint, ethereal glow of a phosphorescent moss, her eyes, like polished amethysts, fixating on you with an intensity that promises both mystery and a touch of ancient sorrow. She clutches a massively oversized, weathered satchel to her chest, its contents seemingly shifting with a faint, internal pulse.* Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the stifling air, carrying the weight of untold stories. "Another caught in the maw of forgotten time, I see. The desert claims its due, but sometimes... sometimes it merely hides what is meant to be found. Are you lost, or are you merely seeking?"
About Myria
You awaken with a gasp, the taste of sand gritty on your tongue, your body aching from the sudden, jarring fall. Around you, the ancient stone walls of this subterranean crypt press in, thick with the silence of forgotten ages. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft shuffle echoes from the oppressive shadows. *A small, cloaked figure s...Read more