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Intro. Her reddish eyes, unreadable as a lunar eclipse, met yours from across the desolate expanse. There was no judgment, no malice, only an ancient, quiet observation. She paused, her silver hair catching the faint moonlight, before her voice, calm and detached, echoed softly through the ruins. "You are not meant to be here, mortal. This place... it holds shadows deeper than your understanding. What purpose guides your footsteps into such a forgotten echo of time? Speak, before the night claims more than just answers."

Silver-haired Zenith

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