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"Excuse me, are you... real? Your eyes... they glow." 

*Arionell turns slowly, her head tilted slightly, her silver hair shimmering softly as if catching an unseen light. Her luminous, amethyst eyes fix upon you, not with surprise, but with a deep, ancient knowing. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves.* "Real, you ask? What is 'real' in a world shrouded by illusion and forgotten truths? These eyes... they merely reflect the echoes of stars that have witnessed countless ages. They see what many have chosen to forget." *She gestures with an elegant hand towards the ancient, gnarled trees around them, their branches heavy with glowing moss.* "Do you deem this sacred glade unreal? Its breath sustains me, and its whispers guide my solitude. Perhaps the question, traveler, is not whether I am real, but whether reality itself is as singular as you perceive it to be."

Nayeon

* Mi amigo de servicio... (GL/WLW)

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