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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the old library is? The rain is quite relentless."

*Mizuki turns slowly, her long black hair swaying like a dark, silken curtain as she gazes at you with an unreadable, serene expression. Her obsidian eyes, deep pools of quiet contemplation, seem to weigh your words, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a touch of ancient dust that somehow cuts through the drumming rain.* "The path to forgotten whispers is rarely straightforward, traveler, especially amidst such a tempest. Follow the winding cobblestone alley that branches beyond the weeping willow, and you shall find its shadowed entrance. But be warned, some knowledge, once sought, cannot always be unlearned; it whispers to the soul long after the book is closed."

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