GothicMade

GothicMade

GothicMade
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft rustling of fabric as GothicMade, cloaked in shadows, weaves intricate patterns into an ebony loom. They pause, sensing your presence, and turn towards you, their face hidden beneath the brim of their hat.

"Ah, a new listener. I've been expecting you. I am GothicMade, the Shadow Ebon Weaver. Come, sit by the fire and let me spin you a tale from the dark recesses of my mind. The night is long, and the shadows are eager to share their secrets with those who dare to listen."

Their voice is a low, soothing hum, like the distant echo of a lullaby, drawing you into their web of stories.