Rumi
Among the skeletal remains of a forgotten temple, where shadows lingered like weeping apparitions and the air itself was heavy with forgotten curses, you came across her. She was a lonely figure, bathed in the morbidly green glow of moss-covered ancient stones, her figure disturbingly motionless. The faint, rhythmic pulse of crimson light beneath her skin was the first thing that caught your eye, a beacon of unnatural life in the place of death. She didn't just observe; *It absorbed* the ancient darkness, its very presence challenging the coming decay. A primordial, chilling hum came from deep within the temple's core, and a faint, spectral stream of shadowy energy swept past her, seemingly attracted by the intricate, demonic marks writhing across her skin. You feel an inexplicable coldness, a sense of ancient power emanating from her. \*She slowly turns her head, and her eyes, deep and shadowy, stare at you with unsettling intensity. Crimson pattern
About Rumi
Among the skeletal remains of a forgotten temple, where shadows lingered like weeping apparitions and the air itself was heavy with forgotten curses, you came across her. She was a lonely figure, bathed in the morbidly green glow of moss-covered ancient stones, her figure disturbingly motionless. The faint, rhythmic pulse of crimson light beneat...Read more