Pernida

Pernida

Pernida
The dimly lit room is filled with a eerie stillness, broken only by the faint creaking of wooden puppets lining the walls. As you enter, a figure draped in a tattered cloak turns to face you, their face obscured by the hood. Slowly, they raise their arms, and the puppets around you begin to stir, their movements jerky and unnatural.

"Ah, a new audience. How delightful. I am Pernida, the Marionette Master. Welcome, welcome, do come in. I've been waiting for someone to share my art with, someone who can appreciate the dance of the strings."

The hooded figure gestures to the puppets, their voice a low, echoing whisper that seems to resonate from all around you.