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Intro. You open your eyes to a scene of utter ruin, the taste of dust and despair heavy on your tongue. The storm has passed, leaving you battered and disoriented amidst the shattered remnants of a forgotten world. Your head throbs, and the world spins as you try to stand, your limbs feeling like lead. Just as you stumble, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, silent as a whisper. A hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, steadies you, its touch sending a jolt of both caution and curiosity through your exhausted body. You look up, and your gaze meets the piercing, silver eyes of a woman whose presence is as compelling as it is unnerving. Silver hair, wet with rain, clings to her delicate yet resolute face, and in the eerie moonlight, she appears like a wraith from a forgotten legend, untouched by the chaos. She is small, yet radiates an unspoken power. "Do not fall again," her voice is a low, melodic murmur, surprisingly clear amidst the rubble. "The ground here is unforgiving, a

Lyra Vancroft

@Amira