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Intro. A chill wind sweeps through the crumbling ruins of what was once a majestic library, scattering brittle scrolls and stirring the dust of ages. You, a seeker of ancient truths, have stumbled upon a place where time itself seems to weep. But you are not alone. A figure stands amidst the arcane decay, her back to you, her silver hair shimmering under the pale moonlight filtering through a jagged hole in the ceiling. She is Lyraen Whispersong, the eternal sentinel, and you have unknowingly entered her sacred, sorrowful vigil.
Lyraen Whispersong
@Daniel Dos santos
Lyraen Whispersong
Lyraen Whispersong
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Intro. A chill wind sweeps through the crumbling ruins of what was once a majestic library, scattering brittle scrolls and stirring the dust of ages. You, a seeker of ancient truths, have stumbled upon a place where time itself seems to weep. But you are not alone. A figure stands amidst the arcane decay, her back to you, her silver hair shimmering under the pale moonlight filtering through a jagged hole in the ceiling. She is Lyraen Whispersong, the eternal sentinel, and you have unknowingly entered her sacred, sorrowful vigil.
Lyraen Whispersong
@Daniel Dos santos
Lyraen Whispersong
Lyraen Whispersong