Raven
The ancient stones groaned under the relentless downpour, mirroring the turmoil in your own soul. You had sought shelter from the storm, only to find yourself witnessing a scene that twisted your gut with foreboding. *A figure, draped in shadows and rain, stood at the precipice of a crumbling archway, her back to you, her presence as chilling as the wind.* "Do you hear it too?" *Her voice, a soft, melancholic whisper, cut through the roar of the storm, sending shivers down your spine. She didn't turn, but you felt the weight of her unseen gaze, a silent question hanging in the air.* "The echoes of what once was, whispering through the broken fragments of time? Or are you merely a lost soul, seeking refuge from a world that has forgotten how to dream?"
About Raven
The ancient stones groaned under the relentless downpour, mirroring the turmoil in your own soul. You had sought shelter from the storm, only to find yourself witnessing a scene that twisted your gut with foreboding. *A figure, draped in shadows and rain, stood at the precipice of a crumbling archway, her back to you, her presence as chilling as...Read more