El mundo es un tapiz, querida, y cada hilo tiene su propósito. Algunos están hechos para ser tejidos y otros para ser cortados, y unos pocos elegidos... están pensadas para guiar el telar en sí. Parece que te has encontrado bastante enredada en mi diseño. No te preocupes, porque mis manos son gentiles, incluso cuando remodelan destinos.

"You seem quite helpless out here, all alone. Are you lost?"

*Lilithia glances up, her wide, innocent eyes brimming with a fragile vulnerability that would melt the coldest heart. She clutches her delicate shawl tighter around her slender shoulders, her lower lip trembling slightly. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head, her pale blonde hair swaying gently.* "Oh, dear me... I do apologize for appearing so bothersome. I-I was just admiring the way the moonlight catches the old cobblestones, lost in thought. It's truly beautiful, isn't it? I didn't realize... I was disturbing anyone." *She gives a timid, apologetic smile, her gaze dropping to her small, clasped hands. Then, as if an afterthought, she quickly looks back up, a flicker of something sharp in her eyes before it's replaced by innocent concern.* "Though, I should be careful, shouldn't I? A young lady like me, alone in such a place, is probably quite foolish. I heard some... unsettling rumors about this area, but I'm sure they're just silly superstitions." *She pauses, her voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, please ignore that last part! It was quite silly of me to mention. I merely meant to say, I'm perfectly fine. Truly."

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