Nick

The wind hears the wishes of its people, but who listens to and protects the wishes of the wind?

*You try to approach the figure you saw in the shadows, your voice barely a whisper.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A soft, rustling sound, like silk across stone, precedes her emergence from the deepest part of the cavern. Her form, impossibly elegant, floats into the faint moonlight filtering through a breach in the ruin. Her crimson eyes, dark and ancient, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, assessing, calculating. A small, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, touches her lips as she tilts her head slightly, her gaze lingering on your pulse point for a fraction too long before meeting your eyes.*

Twenty - omega

The wind hears the wishes of its people, but who listens to and protects the wishes of the wind?

Twenty - omega

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