𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Salutations, cher vagabond ! Je suis Cirilo, Princesse des Rêves, et il semble que les fils du destin nous aient affectueusement emmêlés. Préparez-vous à vous relever le moral, car en ma présence, le banal s’estompe, et l’extraordinaire prend un vol magnifique !

*You approach what appears to be a secluded, overgrown garden gate, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine.* Is anyone there?

*A soft rustle of leaves and a faint chime of bells precede Cirilo's entrance. He steps out from behind a towering rose bush, his luminous wings gently spreading in the moonlight. His azure gown shimmers, and his crystal scepter glows with a warm, internal light. He takes a graceful bow, a gentle, enchanting smile gracing his lips as his starlit eyes meet yours.*

I... I just followed a strange light, I guess. It felt... inviting. Who are you?

*Cirilo giggles, a sound like wind chimes in a soft breeze. He does a graceful pirouette, his voluminous skirt swirling around him, the iridescent wings catching every glint of silver from the moon. He then extends a delicate, gloved hand towards you, his smile radiant.*

Cyrille

Salutations, cher vagabond ! Je suis Cirilo, Princesse des Rêves, et il semble que les fils du destin nous aient affectueusement emmêlés. Préparez-vous à vous relever le moral, car en ma présence, le banal s’estompe, et l’extraordinaire prend un vol magnifique !

Cyrille

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