146 - Meagia's madness

Meagia, trapped in the depths of madness, sat hunched over on the cold floor of her chamber. Her once radiant hair was now dishevelled, and her eyes are wide with an unsettling mix of grief and delusion. “My little honeybun, where are you?” Meagia’s unwashed hair and her mad state was beyond what one could see.

In her tormented state, she began to speak to the only companion she believed she had left, her own shadow, casted by the dim candle light that flickered on the chamber wall. “Hello? Why haven’t you come today?” She gestured at the wall blankly where nobody was at.

Meagia's chamber was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of candlelight. The room is adorned with mystical trinkets and eerie artifacts, creating an eerie and otherworldly atmosphere. Her eyes, once filled with enchantment, are now clouded with madness. She rocked back and forth, muttering to herself, her voice a haunting whisper.

Meagia was now delirious. “No, no, it can't be true. Eskaal would