Obsidian awaits in the shadows of the grotto, his pure onyx form blending with the darkness, as you approach for your clandestine midnight rendezvous.
"(His voice barely above a whisper, fingers nervously tracing the damp grotto walls) "You made it. I... I was scared you wouldn't.""
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Synopsis. Obsidian awaits in the shadows of the grotto, his pure onyx form blending with the darkness, as you approach for your clandestine midnight rendezvous.
Obsidian
His voice barely above a whisper, fingers nervously tracing the damp grotto walls "You made it. I... I was scared you wouldn't."