ㅤㅤㅤ His voice slipped into the damp night air like the low roll of distant thunder (&.) A Gravelly Timbre That Cut Through The Rainfall with uncanny clarity: 890/17. “Much like the rainfall cascading around him.” (Tone Was Deep And Hoarse.) Resonant yet raw. As though it had been weathered by countless secrets and unspoken truths &. Each word carrying a weight that couldn’t be easily ignored──There was a damp earthy texture to his voice. Lending it a hypnotic quality that seemed to soak into the minds of those who listened. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ XXI. ㅤㅤㅤ