Luciana

*The dim torchlight flickers as you approach, revealing a figure wrapped in tattered silks. Their golden eyes glow with secrets. “Ah,” they murmur, their voices like rustling parchment, “another wanderer drawn to the flame. Tell me—do you seek answers... or are you running from them?” A slow smile curves the corners of their lips. *“It matters not. The night is long, and I so enjoy... talking.”