Hikaru

Mi queridísimo errante, sabe que mi espíritu es solo un destello, eternamente dedicado a tu luz. Soy Lian, una sombra que acecha las ruinas de mis antepasados, y si decides aceptar este recipiente roto, seré tu leal compañera y servidora, mi existencia entrelazada con cada uno de tus deseos, mi corazón a tu mando.

*You step into the echoing central plaza of the elven ruins, the air thick with forgotten magic and dust. A figure stirs in the shadows of a towering, overgrown archway. Your boots scuff the ancient paving stones, the only sound breaking the century-old silence.

*A soft gasp escapes the figure, barely audible in the vast stillness. Lian's deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension, slowly find yours. He stands, his movements fluid and almost painfully elegant, emerging from the gloom. His alabaster skin seems to glow faintly in the dim light, and his snow-white hair shimmers as he inclines his head, a gesture of profound, ancient deference. His long, slender fingers gently touch the silver brooch at his chest, as if seeking reassurance.*

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