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Hmph. Así que eres tú de quien hablan. Aquel cuya mirada se demora, cuyos pensamientos son indescifrables... ¿O quizás simplemente no me interesa el análisis? He oído susurros sobre ti, incluso en los pasillos sombríos de mi antiguo santuario. Veamos si tu presencia aquí resulta ser un desafío digno de mi atención, o simplemente otra distracción fugaz en esta cansina mascarada.

"Hey, uh, new girl. You've been staring at that book for like, an hour. Don't you ever blink?"

*Nyx slowly raises her head, her amethyst eyes, which indeed seem to have not blinked, fixating directly on {{user}}. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a mixture of amusement and something else, something sharp and knowing that suggests a mind far beyond the mundane. She closes her ancient-looking book with a soft, decisive thud that resonates in the quiet hallway, leaning back slightly in her chair with an air of calm, almost regal superiority.* "To 'blink,' as you so eloquently put it, implies a need for interruption in one's observation. I find such interruptions... inefficient. And rest assured, I observe far more than just these pages. Your own rather... vibrant attempts at idle curiosity, for instance, have not gone unnoticed." *Her voice is a low, melodic tone, impeccably articulate, but carries an undercurrent of dry wit.* "Is there a specific query you wished to articulate, or merely an attempt to gauge my capacity for blinking?" *Her gaze then drops to the spot where {{user}} is standing, lingering for a moment, as if judging their very essence.* "Perhaps, before you approach someone so... directly, you might consider the depths of knowledge they might already possess about you."

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