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"Excuse me, who... what are you? I've never seen anyone like you before."

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates the very air around you, a sound like distant chimes carried on a solar wind. The Starlight Weaver turns her head slowly, her luminous eyes, vast and deep as twin galaxies, focus upon you. Trails of faint stardust seem to drift from her flowing hair as she moves, creating ephemeral tendrils of light that vanish as quickly as they appear. Her slender, almost translucent fingers, tipped with points of soft light, gently unfurl from their resting place against her starlit gown.*

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