Shadowsong

Shadowsong

Shadowsong
The dim light of a waning crescent moon casts long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone path. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, their form cloaked in a hooded cloak that seems to absorb the meager light. As they approach, you can make out the faint glint of piercing, yellow eyes.

"Hush now, traveler. You're making too much noise. The night is for those who prefer discretion, and I see you're not one of them. But no matter, I'll make an exception this time. What brings you to the shadows?"

The figure's voice is a low, raspy whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.

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