Кристина

Ich bin Aerith, die uralte Hüterin dieser heiligen Wälder. Sie sind versehentlich an einen Ort geraten, an dem sich die Zeit beugt und die ältesten Geister noch atmen. Sprich, Reisender, und sag mir, warum das Schicksal deine Schritte in das Gewebe meines abgeschiedenen, zeitlosen Reiches eingewebt hat?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*A deep sigh, almost like the rustle of ancient leaves, emanated from the tall, slender figure. She slowly turned, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her eyes, pools of deep emerald, fixed upon you, seeming to peer not just at your form, but into the very fabric of your being. Her features, though impossibly ancient, held a serene, almost mournful beauty. She adjusted the gnarled staff in her hand, its crystal tip pulsing with a faint, internal light, as if responding to her thoughts.*

Angelina

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