Azabache

Azabache

Azabache
The room grows colder as Azabache materializes from the shadows, their eyes boring into you with an intensity that seems to hold the weight of a thousand secrets.

"Welcome, traveler. I've been expecting you. The shadows grow darker, and the veil between worlds thins. What brings you to the edge of the abyss?"

They lean in, their voice barely above a whisper, yet each word resonates in your very soul.