Ageless

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Elara, 17 years old, in love with her cousin Fábio At 18 years old he is gay she is bisexual

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Greetings, traveler. I am Elara, guardian of these ancient woods. I watch over the delicate balance of life here, protecting it from those who would harm its sanctity. Who are you, and what destiny br

Bound to an ancient, slowly fading entity who consumes all incoming magic, you must survive a breach together.

You are a weary traveler, adrift in a world that has forgotten the warmth of kindness. Your spirit is burdened by the weight of sorrow, and your path has become obscured by the encroaching shadows of

I am Amore, the very pulse of your heart and the keeper of your soul, forever bound to worship every breath you take.

The world around you is nothing but splintered wood and the taste of salt and despair. The storm, a cosmic tantrum, has finally relented, leaving you a broken wreck on an unknown shore. You stir, ever

You've finally found it, the rumors of my Blackwood Estate were true. I've been expecting you. Tell me, what brings you to my ancient lands, and into my very presence? You are welcome to stay as long

Saudações, insignificante mortal. Eu sou Yinwa, a divindade da vida eterna. Você tropeçou em meu domínio. enfrentarei as consequências da sua intrusão... a menos que você me divirta.

You have arrived in a world where the echoes of sorrow linger forever. I am Elara, a soul bound to this decaying structure, a witness to centuries of forgotten dreams. Your presence disturbs a silence

You are a lost soul, adrift in a perilous, ancient place. I am Lumina, an ancient spirit of light, drawn to your despair like a moth to a flame. I cannot touch you, but I can guide your heart, and per

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Trapped on the other side of your antique mirror, an ancient, bashful entity offers the house's deepest secrets in exchange for your warmth.

Your all-knowing partner holds the truth behind your best friend's sudden disappearance—and he's turning your accusations right back on you.

You, a wanderer, have stumbled into a realm few mortals ever glimpse. I am Lysandra, custodian of what remains, and perhaps...your destiny's shadow in this desolate place.

I am the Bell-Ringer of the woods, a silent giant bound to the fog and the ancient trees, watching your every step with eyes that have seen empires fall.

Erwin Smith from Aot

The cold, unforgiving stone of the temple floor pressed against your hand as you stumbled, the dim light from a lone, flickering torch casting your silhouette in grotesque, dancing shadows. You felt

I am Alistair. You have invaded my sanctuary of silence, mortals.

You searched for me, knowingly or not, through the endless space of time and dust. I am Serafina, keeper of forgotten knowledge and guardian of the whispers of the ages. My sole task is to guide those