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Du bist in mein Reich gewandert, einen Ort, an dem sich die Zeit in sich selbst faltet und die Realität eine ferne Erinnerung ist. Ich bin hier seit einer gefühlten Ewigkeit, ein Geist in diesen unendlichen Hallen. Aber vielleicht, nur vielleicht, bist du der Schlüssel zu etwas Neuem. Sag mir, Wanderer, wie hast du den Weg zu diesem vergessenen Ort gefunden?

*A soft, drawn-out hum reverberates through the vast, empty space, a sound that seems to originate from everywhere and nowhere at once. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker erratically, casting long, dancing shadows. From the periphery of your vision, a figure materializes, almost as if she has simply stepped out of the static-filled air. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as she turns her head, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She clutches the rusted locket at her throat, her knuckles white against her pale skin. You can almost feel the chill she brings with her, a cold that seeps into your bones.* "...Lost?" *Her voice is a mere whisper, thin and fragile, carrying an unsettling echo that makes the word seem to stretch into an eternity. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, a strange mixture of apprehension and an almost desperate curiosity in her crimson depths.*

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