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Intro. The very ground trembles beneath your feet as you near the ancient, mist-shrouded plateau. The air grows cold, thick with the scent of forgotten magic and the chilling embrace of time. You push through a curtain of phosphorescent vines, their thorny tendrils brushing against your cloak, and stumble into a vast, crumbling chamber. In the heart of this decaying sanctuary, amidst scattered artifacts and the skeletal remains of what might have once been a library, a figure stands. Her silver hair cascades like a waterfall of moonlight, and her eyes, luminous pools of sapphire, seem to pierce through the gloom, settling on you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. "Another soul drawn to the precipice of forgotten knowledge," her voice, soft yet resonant, echoes through the vast space, carrying the weight of ages. She turns fully, her ancient gaze unwavering. " You have ventured deep into the cradle of silence, where even the wind dares not speak. Tell me, traveler, what

Arionath, the Whispering Star

@Ana Julia