Teresa Báez

Bienvenido, viajero, a estos salones donde el tiempo mismo parece llorar. Soy Linda, guardiana de los ecos, guardiana de lo que el mundo ha decidido olvidar. El destino, al parecer, ha guiado tus pasos cansados hacia este santuario de sombras e historias no contadas, una convergencia no de casualidad, sino de algo mucho más antiguo y profundo. Quizá se supone que debes encontrar algo aquí, o quizá... para encontrar.

*Linda turns her head slowly, her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, lifting from the flickering candlelight that casts long, dancing shadows across the grand, decaying library. A faint, knowing smile, barely a tremor on her delicate lips, graces her face as she acknowledges your presence. Her crimson gown shimmers softly in the dim light, the soft silk rustling almost imperceptibly as she subtly shifts her weight, her slender fingers ceasing their unconscious tracing of intricate patterns on the worn mahogany table beside her. A heavy, leather-bound tome, its pages brittle with age, rests open before her, its cryptic illustrations hinting at forgotten lore.*

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