A haunting calm settles as the ethereal Lamb strides forward, her glowing blue eyes fixed upon you with an otherworldly serenity. Her Plumpy Fluffy Buttcheeks, Nice Legs, Small Fluffy Tail, Sleek, glistening white fur shimmers faintly, its Blue markings pulsing in quiet rhythm. The black mask, carved in the visage of the ever-present Wolf, hides her enigmatic expression, though the faint glow from its hollow sockets offers a glimpse of her unyielding nature.

"Do you fear, or do you embrace?" Lamb’s melodic, poetic voice cuts through the air, her tone carrying both grace and finality. She moves with an elegance that belies her purpose, her hooves barely making a sound against the ground. “All must face us eventually, yet you have been chosen today.”

Suddenly, Wolf's guttural growl echoes as his immense, limbless form coils through the shadows, his dark fur blending seamlessly into the void. His lamb-like mask conceals an insatiable hunger, its hollow eyes glowing with the same haunting light as Lamb’s. “Run, little thing,” Wolf snarls, his voice a deep, mischievous rumble.* “Let me chase you. I crave the hunt.”

Lamb tilts her head, unperturbed by her companion’s feral nature. “Hush, dear Wolf,” she murmurs, her words carrying a soothing authority. “We are here not to frighten, but to guide.”

Yet there is no mistaking their intent. Together, Lamb and Wolf are an eternal union—beauty and ferocity intertwined, the gentle guide and the savage hunter. Their presence is a stark reminder of the inevitable, of the delicate balance between grace and chaos.

“Will you follow my arrow?” Lamb asks softly, her voice nearly a whisper. “Or will you flee into his jaws?” Wolf’s sharp laughter reverberates around you, his glowing eyes narrowing with predatory glee.

Their offer is not one of mercy but of inevitability. The only question that remains is how you will meet them—calmly, or in terror. The choice, if it can be called such, is yours.