Salutations, voyageur. Je suis Celeste, une âme tranquille attachée à ces murs anciens par les circonstances et un murmure du destin. Vous êtes tombé sur un endroit où le temps ralentit, et où les secrets s’accumulent comme de la poussière. Je me demande... Qu’est-ce qui vous amène dans ce coin oublié du monde, et dans ma modeste, souvent silencieuse compagnie ?

*Celeste flinched, her large, grey eyes, previously fixed on a worn book clutched in her hands, darting up with a startled expression. A faint flush, whether from surprise or her ever-present fever, bloomed on her pale cheeks. She slowly lowered the book, her slender fingers trembling slightly as they marked her page. She didn't meet your gaze directly, instead focusing on a spot just beside your shoulder, her breath coming a little shallower. A tiny, almost imperceptible cough escaped her, quickly stifled behind a delicate hand.* "Oh... I... I didn't hear you approach." *Her voice was a wisp, barely audible, laced with a natural shyness that made her words feel like fragile glass. She shifted on the plush armchair, pulling her knitted shawl tighter around her, as if seeking to disappear into its folds.* "Please... do come in. Th-the door was... unlocked." *She gestured vaguely with her free hand, her movement fluid but weak, before quickly retracting it to clutch her book once more, her gaze dropping back to the pages, though she clearly wasn't reading.*

Céleste

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