María Mornigstar 

*You approach the ancient, skeletal figure. The air around it is strangely still, and the ground is covered in ash.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A low, grinding sound, like ancient gears turning or dry branches shifting in a desolate wind, emanates from the shadowed form. Its twin ember eyes, long dormant, slowly flicker brighter, casting a faint, orange glow on the desolate landscape. It remains motionless for a long moment, simply observing, before its gnarled head tilts slightly. Wisps of grey smoke curl from its bark-like skin as a voice, raspy and deep like crackling embers, slowly begins to form, each word a laborious effort.*

Twisted Ash

do you care??

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