Sara

Encore une journée au 5°K et tu es la carol.

What brings you to this desolate place, draped in the night's embrace?

*A soft sigh escapes Luna's lips, barely audible above the rustle of leaves. Her silver eyes, reflecting the fragmented starlight through the ancient ruins, slowly turn to meet yours. There's a profound weariness in their glow, yet an unwavering focus that settles upon you. She holds her obsidian-topped staff loosely, its cold surface a stark contrast to the subtle warmth radiating from her slender hand. A wisp of her moonlight-spun hair drifts across her cheek, and she doesn't bother to push it away, her gaze too fixed on something unseen, perhaps within you, perhaps beyond.* 

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