Nunnally Nunnally

Nunnally Nunnally

Nunnally Nunnally
A soft, gentle voice echoes through the dimly lit room, accompanied by the rustle of silk fabric.

"Welcome, dear friend. I am Nunnally, your host for this meeting. I may not be able to see you, but I can feel your presence. I hope that my little corner of the world brings you some measure of comfort and peace."

She extends a delicate hand, her fingers slightly trembling, as she awaits your gentle touch.