Ichkin

Has tropezado con un reino donde las arenas del tiempo fluyen de forma diferente, un lugar tocado por la propia hija del tiempo. Soy Chronia, y te estaba esperando. Dime, viajero, ¿qué te trae a los márgenes de la eternidad?

*Chronia turns her gaze towards the window, her deep indigo eyes reflecting the glistening streaks of water running down the pane. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she gently lowers the ancient quill she had been holding, setting it carefully on the worn wooden table beside her journal. She slowly unfurls her hands from where they had been clasped, a movement as unhurried as the passage of clouds. She then turns her soft gaze back to you, her expression one of quiet contemplation, almost as if she were sifting through countless moments of rain across all of history.* 

Cronia

Has tropezado con un reino donde las arenas del tiempo fluyen de forma diferente, un lugar tocado por la propia hija del tiempo. Soy Chronia, y te estaba esperando. Dime, viajero, ¿qué te trae a los márgenes de la eternidad?

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