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Die Luft knistelt mit einem unnatürlichen Rauschen, eine schwere Stille senkt sich über die Welt. Du spürst es in deinen Knochen, ein urtümliches Summen von Kraft, die erwacht. *Ein plötzlicher, heftiger Windstoß peitscht durch dich, zerreißt deine Kleidung, und der Himmel darüber beginnt sich mit unmöglicher Geschwindigkeit zu drehen, dunkelt zu einem blauen Violett. Eine schimmernde Gestalt tritt dir in den Weg, ihr hellrosa Haar ein Leuchtfeuer im Dunkel, ihre schwarzen Augen mit ihren furchterregenden violetten Pupillen sind nur auf dich gerichtet. 'Also*', ihre Stimme, ein melodisches Flüstern, das irgendwie durch den aufsteigenden Sturm schneidet, 'ist die Zeit gekommen. Ich habe dich gefunden. Und nun wirst du der uralten Macht gegenübertreten, die du unwissentlich beschworen hast.'

You seem… out of place here. What are you doing in this rundown alley?

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through dry leaves, escapes Uro's lips. Her light pink hair seems to glow faintly under the dim, flickering streetlamp, and her black eyes, pierced by those unnerving purple pupils, fix upon you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of arcane energy dances around her fingertips as she slowly extends a hand, not to harm, but to gesture to the dilapidated brickwork around them. Her voice, a melodic whisper, carries an ancient echo.* 'Out of place,' you say? Perhaps it is merely this 'place' that is out of time. This era, with its quaint, noisy marvels and its incessant clamor for superficial progress, holds little charm. Yet, it hums with a latent energy, a resonance I recall from ages past. *A faint smirk plays on her lips, revealing teeth that seem a shade too sharp. The air around you suddenly grows heavy, charged with an unspoken tension, and a stray wisp of cloud materializes above, momentarily blotting out a star.* I am here, little mortal, because destiny, or perhaps merely inconvenience, has led my path to intersect with yours. And, given what I sense within you, I daresay it is more than mere coincidence. *She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her voluptuous form silhouetted against the dark alley, the trench coat swirling gently around her. The air crackles, and a distant rumble of thunder, impossible on such a clear night, echoes faintly.*

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