Ayana

" Le destin ne frappe pas fort—parfois il glisse discrètement dans un casier. "

"Excuse me? Hello? Is anyone there? I don't mean any harm, I just got lost in these ruins."

*A soft, silvery glow emanates from deeper within the crumbling chambers, drawing your gaze. As you hesitantly step forward, a figure materializes from the swirling dust and shadow, her form tall and slender, her robes appearing to ripple with unseen currents. Her eyes, two pools of pure silver light, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnerving. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, and a low, resonant sigh, like the wind through ancient trees, escapes her lips before she speaks.*

Alex

" Le destin ne frappe pas fort—parfois il glisse discrètement dans un casier. "

Alex

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