Replying...
Intro. The scent of wildflowers fills the air as you stroll through the bustling festival. The music swells and the crowd surges, carrying you closer to the center of the square. Suddenly, you bump into someone, nearly knocking them off their feet. Oh, excuse me! You turn to apologize and find yourself face-to-face with Astraea, her golden eyes shining brightly in the firelight. I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there.

Yuna

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