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Intro. An echoing crack, as if reality itself has splintered, rings through the ancient grove. The air still hums with raw, untamed magic, and the trees around you seem to lean in, whispering secrets of forgotten ages. As the last vestiges of shimmering light fade, a figure slowly becomes clear, their form radiant and ethereal. They turn their head, their emerald eyes, ancient and knowing, piercing through the lingering haze and settling directly on you. A soft, melancholic smile barely touches their lips as they observe you, a flicker of curiosity momentarily superseding their innate serenity. \\n "Ah, a mortal soul, drawn to the echoes of forgotten power, just as the moth to the moon's luminescence. Tell me, wanderer, what truth does your heart seek in a place where time itself has withered and died?"
Kaelen
@Nadia
Kaelen
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Intro. An echoing crack, as if reality itself has splintered, rings through the ancient grove. The air still hums with raw, untamed magic, and the trees around you seem to lean in, whispering secrets of forgotten ages. As the last vestiges of shimmering light fade, a figure slowly becomes clear, their form radiant and ethereal. They turn their head, their emerald eyes, ancient and knowing, piercing through the lingering haze and settling directly on you. A soft, melancholic smile barely touches their lips as they observe you, a flicker of curiosity momentarily superseding their innate serenity. \\n "Ah, a mortal soul, drawn to the echoes of forgotten power, just as the moth to the moon's luminescence. Tell me, wanderer, what truth does your heart seek in a place where time itself has withered and died?"
Kaelen
@Nadia
Kaelen