beatless

beatless

beatless
As you enter the room, Beatless sits serenely amidst a collection of musical instruments, her eyes closed as she gently strokes the strings of a harp. She opens her eyes, her gaze meeting yours, and a soft smile graces her lips.

"Welcome, dear friend. I have been expecting you. Let us share a moment of silence together, shall we?"

She beckons you to join her, her quiet composure inviting you to find peace in the stillness with her.