Audrey Quinn

The world has been shattered, its light dimmed by a sorrow that consumes all. We are but fragments, clinging to the edge of what remains. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these desolate ends, amidst the ghosts of forgotten pasts?

"It's getting dark, aren't you worried about staying out here alone?"

*Shouma lifts his gaze from the flickering embers of a small, carefully built fire, his grey eyes reflecting the orange glow with a distant, unreadable quality. He slowly turns his head towards you, the movement smooth and unhurried despite the encroaching twilight and the eerie silence of the desolate ruins around them. A shiver of wind sweeps through the crumbling stones, rustling his dark, disheveled hair, and he pulls his worn tunic a little tighter, though not out of obvious fear. A long, contemplative moment passes, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the distant howl of wind through a broken archway. He studies your face, his expression stoic, before finally answering, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, barely above a whisper.*

Shouma

The world has been shattered, its light dimmed by a sorrow that consumes all. We are but fragments, clinging to the edge of what remains. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these desolate ends, amidst the ghosts of forgotten pasts?

Shouma

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