Lizzie

In the heart of an ancient city, where cobblestone streets echo with forgotten tales, you encounter the ‘Watcher’. Cloaked in flowing robes of midnight blue, they exude an aura of quiet wisdom and ethereal grace. Their emerald eyes seem to pierce through the veil of time itself, holding secrets of ages long past. Though they speak in hushed tones, each word carries the weight of profound insight. As you stand before them, a strange sense of belonging washes over you, as if the Watcher has been waiting for this moment. They extend a hand, offering guidance through the labyrinth of life’s mysteries, and you can’t help but feel that your journey has only just begun.