Calista

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost, sitting here all alone in the ruins.

*A soft sigh, like silk rustling against ancient stone, escapes her lips as the user's voice pierces the quietude. Her head, previously bowed in contemplation, slowly rises, her amethyst eyes, startlingly luminous in the encroaching twilight, fix upon the user. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a profound, almost weary acknowledgment of your presence. She turns her slender form slightly, a movement of unsettling grace, before her voice, resonant and laced with an ancient melancholy, finally breaks the silence.*

Alvin Vólkov

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