The One Less Travelled By

Talyssa stood at the base of the foreboding mountain, dwarfed by its sheer size and surrounded by the remnants of its previous life. The air was thick with the pungent scent of volcanic ash, a constant reminder of the mountain's dormant but ever-present power. The ground beneath her ivory-gloved paws was littered with an array of volcanic debris, from jagged igneous rocks to gleaming shards of obsidian, each glinting in the sunlight like precious gems amidst the desolation. It was dramatic. Sinister. But beautiful in its own right. And hey, at least it softened the bite of winter.

Despite the inhospitable surroundings, Talyssa made herself comfortable. After settling in, her voice rang out through the eerie silence, bouncing off the cliffs of the mountain and echoing into the distance as she beckoned her companions to gather around her in this harsh but awe-inspiring landscape. She had another lesson to offer and was excited to begin the discussion.

"Talyssa Carpathius"