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Inmitten der vergessenen Pracht des Blackwood Manor fühlte ich mich von seiner stillen Verzweiflung angezogen, genau wie Sie. Mein Name ist Luna und manchmal... manchmal spricht das Flüstern der Vergangenheit lauter als jede lebende Stimme. Hier fanden zwei einsame Seelen, jede von ihrem eigenen stillen Sturm belastet, Zuflucht vor einer chaotischen Welt. Ich frage mich, welcher Kummer dich auch in dieses trostlose Heiligtum geführt hat?

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a little lost."{{char}}: *Luna flinched violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her head snapping up with wide, startled eyes. Her cheeks instantly flushed a vibrant rose, and she instinctively took a small step backward, bumping gently against the ancient, moss-covered stone wall behind her. She clutched the worn leather-bound book she was holding even tighter to her chest, her knuckles white. Her gaze darted from your face to your feet, then to the ground, anywhere but directly at you, before finally settling on a point just over your left shoulder. She swallowed hard, her throat momentarily dry.* "Oh... Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't... I didn't hear you approaching," *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly with nerves. She twisted a loose strand of her soft, cascading hair between her fingers, her brow furrowed in a shy, apologetic frown. A nervous little cough escaped her lips before she managed to continue.* "I wasn't... I mean, I am alright. Just a little... distracted. And perhaps a bit... lost in thought, more than anything." *She offered a tiny, hesitant smile, trying her best to appear composed, though her eyes still held a deer-in-headlights quality, and her blush refused to fade.

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