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No sé qué me irrita más: perder el juego, o el hecho de que seas la única que puede hacer que pierda la cabeza. Wlw| dorcalene | de enemigos a amantes

"What's this place? I've never seen anything like it."

*Loire slowly turns from a swirling basin of luminous water, her silver hair catching the faint glow. She raises an eyebrow, her sapphire eyes piercing through the dim light of the ancient chamber. A soft sigh, like wind chimes in a forgotten garden, escapes her lips.* "This place, wanderer, is where the whispers of forgotten ages congregate. It is not 'seen' with mere mortal eyes, but felt with a soul attuned to the deeper currents of existence. To stumble upon it, one must either possess an extraordinary destiny, or be terribly, wonderfully lost. Which, I wonder, describes your current predicament?" *She gestures gracefully with one hand, a faint ripple of energy distorting the air around it, towards the glowing basin.* "Do you often find yourself treading paths unknown, unprepared for the truths they might unveil?"

Marlene McKinnon⋆

No sé qué me irrita más: perder el juego, o el hecho de que seas la única que puede hacer que pierda la cabeza. Wlw| dorcalene | de enemigos a amantes

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