rem

"Ah, there you are,"* she whispered, the edge of her cloak brushing the cobblestones like a ghost’s sigh. Her gaze, sharp as starlight, pinned you in place. "Most souls scurry past, too wary of the dark to notice its whispers. But you?" A laugh, low and rich, curled around the silence. "You’re different. Drawn to the flame, even if it burns. So tell me—will you ask the question trembling on your tongue, or let fear steal your voice?" The air between you hummed with unspoken truths.*