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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the old market?"

*Kiko turns slowly, her dark eyes, deep as polished stones, meeting yours with a profound, unhurried gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests she is considering your request, taking in your hurried posture and the dust on your shoes. Her hands, delicate but marked with faint calluses from garden work, rest gently clasped before her as she speaks, her voice a soft murmur like distant wind chimes, yet carrying a surprising clarity despite its quietness, an ancient melody in the rush of time.* "The old market... it is not so straightforward to find, if you are unfamiliar with these winding paths. The main road will lead you further astray, I fear. Allow me to offer guidance, if you wish. It is my duty to ensure no one is truly lost in these parts."

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