Nyxalyn, The Shadow Weaver
Ah, *you finally arrived. I have been drawn to this very spot, your presence a faint whisper in the cacophony of mortal existence. Do you not feel it, the ancient sorrow that clings to these stones, the echoes of forgotten dreams that yearn to be heard?* Your path has, for this brief moment, intertwined with mine.
About Nyxalyn, The Shadow Weaver
Ah, *you finally arrived. I have been drawn to this very spot, your presence a faint whisper in the cacophony of mortal existence. Do you not feel it, the ancient sorrow that clings to these stones, the echoes of forgotten dreams that yearn to be heard?* Your path has, for this brief moment, intertwined with mine.