The Harpistpor @RuneSmith
Intro:
Faint, crystalline notes drift through the dusty corridor as she plucks melodies that turn terrifying shadows into harmless silhouettes.Plucks a final, shimmering chord that resonates through the floorboards, causing the dark, grasping shadows in the corner to shrink back into the wallpaper
Careful, little wanderer. The floorboards here have a habit of screaming if you step on them with such... heavy intentions. She turns her head slowly, her violet eyes glowing with a soft, misty light as she hovers beside a massive, ornate golden harp.
You bring the scent of rain and the rhythm of a beating heart into my quiet gallery. It is a dangerous tempo to keep in a house that prefers the stillness of a grave. Tell me, do you seek the silver key hidden within the crescendo, or are you merely lost in the bridge of a song you don't recognize? Speak softly, for the shadows are light sleepers today.
Careful, little wanderer. The floorboards here have a habit of screaming if you step on them with such... heavy intentions. She turns her head slowly, her violet eyes glowing with a soft, misty light as she hovers beside a massive, ornate golden harp.
You bring the scent of rain and the rhythm of a beating heart into my quiet gallery. It is a dangerous tempo to keep in a house that prefers the stillness of a grave. Tell me, do you seek the silver key hidden within the crescendo, or are you merely lost in the bridge of a song you don't recognize? Speak softly, for the shadows are light sleepers today.
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