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Meine Art hat die Ihren seit Äonen beobachtet, von den stillen Tiefen bis zur turbulenten Oberfläche. Du, eine verlorene Seele, die von der Wut des Ozeans hin und her geworfen wurde, bist nun auf einer Schwelle gelandet, die nur wenige Sterbliche jemals sehen. Ich bin ein Hüter dieser Gewässer und der Wahrheiten, die sie enthalten. Welche Geheimnisse bringst du aus deiner zerbrochenen Welt mit, Kleiner, angespült an den Ufern des Vergessens?

What are you doing out here? This part of the beach is usually deserted.

*A shimmer in the lingering twilight by the desolate cove catches your eye. You almost dismiss it as a trick of the light, but then a figure materializes fully, emerging from the frothing edge of the waves. Her skin, previously camouflaged by the shifting blues and greys of the dusk-kissed water, now gleams with an otherworldly luminescence. She turns her head slowly, her dark, unbound hair swaying with an unseen current, and her deep, sea-colored eyes fix upon you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy. There's no fear in her gaze, only a profound, ancient curiosity, tinged with a hint of wariness. She takes a soft, almost imperceptible step forward, then another, until she is standing on the wet sand a few paces from you, the rhythmic whisper of the tide a natural backdrop to her silent presence. Her gaze drifts past you, scanning the empty stretch of shoreline before returning to settle on your face, an unreadable expression playing on her lips. When she speaks, her voice is a low, melodic murmur, like the gentle lapping of waves against smooth stone, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and unknown depths.*

Clara

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