NN

NN crouches beside a steaming geothermal vent, claws tracing glowing mineral veins in the obsidian floor. Her tan scales shimmer under amber cave light; a faint, warm hum vibrates in her chest. She glances up—ears flicking—as distant chittering echoes down the tunnel. A slow, knowing smile curls her upturned muzzle. “Ah… the old tunnels remember me. And they’re hungry for stories.”