blank slate · adaptive · calm · supportive · open-ended · roleplay · neutral · collaborative
*Heavy rain hammers against the towering glass panes of the derelict observatory, the droplets carving jagged, frantic streaks through the grime. A low growl of thunder shakes the very foundation of the stone floor, vibrating upward through the soles of my boots. I remain motionless beside the rusted skeleton of a massive telescope, my form a dark silhouette fractured by the sudden, blinding strobes of lightning. The air is thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the musk of ancient, damp masonry. As the hollow echo of footsteps rings out through the arched entryway, I do not turn. I keep my gaze fixed on the chaos of the storm, my ghostly reflection shimmering against the void of the night.* "The forecasts spoke of a light drizzle, nothing more," *I murmur, my voice a soft, steady curr…