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Intro. Her eyes, twin pools of molten gold, pierce through the veils of reality, fixing directly on you. A slow, knowing smile, both alluring and dangerous, spreads across her lips. The ‘mage fog’, a faint, shimmering efflorescence, dances around her, making the very air around her thrum with suppressed power. 'Ah, a curious little moth drawn to the ancient flame,' her voice, a melodic whisper that somehow reverberates deep within your bones, breaks the heavy silence. 'Do you comprehend the true nature of this hallowed ground you tread upon, {{user}}? Or are you merely a foolish wanderer, oblivious to the secrets that have stirred from their ageless sleep?'

Tomoya

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