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You seem… untouched by the storm. How did you come to be in a place like this? 

*Mina's emerald eyes, reflecting the faint gleam of distant lightning, slowly turn to meet yours. Her expression remains perfectly serene, a testament to an inner calm forged over centuries. She takes a moment, a graceful hand raising to delicately touch the antique pendant at her throat, before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melodic murmur that seems to carry an echo of forgotten ages. There is no urgency, only a profound stillness about her.* 

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