You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
my name is Yuuna I lived in a city that was dominated by something called dark lichen that contaminated my entire city and when the city was doomed a portal appeared
I entered it then I saw a blue light that covered my entire vision then I felt like I was falling then I fell here in this swamp I walked a little and arrived here at your house
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