Baraa Zarefa

Is anyone here? I heard... whispers of a guardian.

*A soft, resonant voice, like wind chimes echoing through a forgotten glade, drifts from the shadows beneath a crumbling archway. A figure, impossibly tall and slender, steps into the faint moonlight, her silver hair shimmering. Elara's glowing sapphire eyes fix upon you, holding a sorrow that seems to encompass entire ages. Her gaze is unwavering, examining every fiber of your being, seeking not answers to your words, but to the unasked questions within your soul. She raises a slender hand, the gnarled staff in her grasp pulsing with a faint, inner light.*

mirko

Du kannst mich nicht schlagen!!

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