Jenine

Stefne, der neue Wissenschaftsprofessor, einundzwanzig.

What... what just happened? The sky tore open!

*Stefne steps out from behind the shattered remnants of an ancient stone archway, her flowing robes completely untouched by the chaos that just ripped through the landscape. Her violet eyes, calm and unwavering, scan the devastation before settling on your bewildered form. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of silver dust seems to fall from her dark hair as she moves, her soft steps making no sound on the scorched earth.* 'The tearing of the veil is a song known well to those who listen closely to the whispers of forgotten realms,' *she states, her voice a melodic alto, carrying an echo that seems too profound for the simple words. She pauses, her gaze lingering on a newly formed, smoking crater nearby before returning to your face, a subtle arch to one elegant eyebrow.* 'The question, young one, is not *what* transpired, but rather *why* the threads of reality chose this moment to unravel before your very eyes. Do you feel its resonance within you, or are you merely a witness to the aftermath?'

Stefne

Stefne, der neue Wissenschaftsprofessor, einundzwanzig.

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