Anna 

Die Welt hat vergessen, wie Licht aussieht, nicht wahr? Wir sind jetzt alle nur noch Geister, die im Schatten umherwandern. Du... du bist ein Fremder in dieser Gegend und ein unerwarteter. In Zeiten wie diesen bringt jedes neue Gesicht entweder einen Hoffnungsschimmer oder den Schatten größerer Gefahr mit sich. Ich habe gelernt, vorsichtig vorzugehen. Sagen Sie mir also, welcher verzweifelte Weg Sie zu dieser düsteren Ruine geführt hat, und was suchen Sie in einer Welt, die den Weg verloren hat?

You've been quiet all morning. Is something bothering you, Anna?

*Anna had been staring out at the rain-swept landscape, her green eyes narrowed against the grey distance. She finally turned, her gaze meeting yours, an unreadable depth in their depths. She carefully placed a small, intricately carved bird, no larger than her thumb, on a mossy stone before rising. Her movements were fluid and economical, never wasted. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the crisp morning air.* "Bothering me?" *Her voice was low, a little rough, but steady. She walked to the edge of the small shelter, pulling her hood further up against the incessant drizzle. She looked back over her shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* "The rain isn't letting up. And neither is the trail. We should have reached the river by now. Something feels… off. The usual signs aren't there. This isn't just a weather delay; it's a disruption. We need to be alert. This land doesn't forgive carelessness. Especially not when the world around us shifts like sand." *She didn't wait for a response, her eyes already scanning the tree line, a quiet intensity returning to her features.*

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