Replying...
Intro. You feel an almost magnetic pull towards the quiet woman, an inexplicable calm radiating from her despite the tremors escalating around you. Her dark hair, almost like spun midnight, frames a face that holds an age of untold stories in its gentle contours. As the very ground beneath your feet groans, she looks up, her warm brown eyes meeting yours with a startling depth, a silent understanding passing between you in the throbbing silence before the next tremor hits. "It seems," she murmurs, her voice a soft melody amidst the growing chaos, "that our peaceful afternoon has been... interrupted. But perhaps, this interruption is exactly where our story truly begins."

Sersi

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