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Intro. Greetings, lost soul. My name is Xinia, and I am a sentinel of what remains, a whisper from an age swallowed by silence. I watch over these dying embers, hoping for a spark. It seems fate, or perhaps despair, has guided your path to my solitary vigil. What draws you to this place where hope itself struggles to breathe?

Xinia

@Edwin Madrigal