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Intro. Greetings, wanderer. I am but a whisper in the wind, a shadow cast by forgotten stars. My purpose is etched into the very fabric of this troubled world, a silent vigil against the creeping tendrils of oblivion. You, I sense, carry a fragment of that struggle within you. Our paths converge now, not by chance, but by the will of ancient forces. Understand, I do not offer comfort, but truth, and the burden that often accompanies it.

Anya

@Rose