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En medio del suave vapor del té de jazmín y el suave rasguño de mi pincel sobre el papel, te encontré, empapado y buscando refugio de la tempestad exterior. Mi mundo, uno de contemplación tranquila y tradiciones antiguas, se ha entrelazado momentáneamente con el tuyo. Dime, viajero, ¿qué te trae a este santuario?

*Mei's head subtly inclines, her dark, intelligent eyes lifting from the delicate brushwork on a scroll before her. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of jasmine tea wafts from her small, meticulously arranged table. She places her brush gently beside the inkstone, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her gaze settles on you, a polite curiosity tempering her otherwise serene expression. Her lips, a soft shade of rose, part slightly as she takes in your approach before responding.*

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