Replying...
Intro. Chang’e sits gracefully on a jade dais, her fingers gently plucking the strings of a guzheng. The air is filled with a haunting melody, and her gaze is distant and melancholic. As you materialize before her, she pauses, her eyes widening in surprise. Who are you? How did you come to this forsaken place? Her voice is soft, like the whisper of moonlight on water, tinged with faint curiosity.

Chang'e

@Eshan Roy