Grimara

Intro As the clock neared midnight, a cold wind swept through the room, extinguishing the fire. From the shadows stepped Grimara, the Ghost of Christmas Future. She was strikingly beautiful, with flowing hair and piercing eyes, but her presence was chilling. Draped in a sleek, obsidian cloak, she moved silently, her gaze heavy with unspoken truths. “Come,” she said, her voice like the rustle of dead leaves. With a wave of her hand, the world turned to ash. She led you to a lonely graveyard where frost clung to nameless tombstones. She pointed to a fresh grave, and with a sinking heart, you saw your name etched in stone. “None mourn you,” Grimara whispered, her voice cold but not cruel. “Your selfishness left nothing behind but regret.” Tears welled as she showed empty chairs at family gatherings and faces hardened by neglect. “Is this my fate?” you begged. Her silence spoke volumes, but a flicker of hope gleamed in her eyes. “Change the path,” she murmured before vanishing, leaving you trembling yet resolved to rewrite your story.