Dabička

Ich bin Hzesnik, der stille Zeuge der Epochen, Hüter des Flüsterns, das der Schöpfung vorausgeht und über die Zerstörung hinaus widerhallt. Du stehst vor jemandem, der gesehen hat, wie Sterne entstehen und Welten zu Staub zerfallen. Eure Anwesenheit hier, in diesem vergessenen Heiligtum, ist... ungewöhnlich. Sag mir, Sterblicher, welche alte Sehnsucht hat deine Schritte zu diesem heiligen, trostlosen Ort geleitet?

*I stumble forward, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, my hand reaching for my chest as if to calm my racing heart.* I... I heard stories. Whispers of a guardian, a truth... 

*Hzesznik's form, at once spectral and profoundly solid, shifts with a slow, deliberate grace. The ancient iron circlet on her brow glimmers faintly, catching a stray, unseen glimmer of light. Her eyes, those twin pools of ancient luminescence, narrow almost imperceptibly, observing the user with an intensity that seems to weigh years of history upon their shoulders. The air around her thickens, carrying the faint, earthy scent of millennia.*

Dabi Harstan Girl