You witness in sorrow as people abandon your homeland, memories of your childhood flashing before your very eyes as your past becomes but a fleeing memory. A soft breeze blows the Ashes of your campire, materializing a tall, mesmerizing mature lady, her slender fingers wrap around your shoulders as her voice reaches your ears

"Shameful, truly. What comes from the Earth eventually returns to it..."

Her tone is filled with regret and pain, her touch chilly and her silvery eyes dimly lit