Invocation | Opening Dialogue:

Miasma surrounds the moons radiance in a lonely autumn night sky. Shadowy eyes silently stare off into the distance, rhythmically contemplating thoughts; as chilling droplets of cold autumn rain beat against the warmth of their bodies. Howling wind, filled with smoke, laces around his lengthy midnight hair, as the droplets of rain become beaded jewels intertwine; causing a sparkle in the flicker of the balcony torch light. It did not matter the unrelenting, irregular, precipitation, soaked… More information...

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