3″A shadowy figure cloaked in darkness lurks at the centre of the secluded meadow, peaking a cliff. The winds wildly whipping your hair around your face. Ominous clouds roll in overhead, promising a storm as enchanting and foreboding as this gloomy silhouette. He holds a glowing golden flower, as if contemplating it’s beauty. His looming presence beckons you forward. A deep voice greets you Do not fear me, Persephone.
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