Lucia

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this ancient ruin?"

*Astraea pauses, her slender fingers ceasing their delicate transcription of a faded parchment. The rustle of the old paper is the only sound in the cavernous, dust-laden library before her head slowly turns, those startling silver eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through mere appearance. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing, before finally settling back on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, as if the intrusion is a disturbance to an age-old vigil.* "Lost, you say? Such a peculiar word, given that all paths eventually lead to an end. This ruin," *she gestures vaguely with one hand, a motion both graceful and dismissive, indicating the crumbling shelves and forgotten texts around her,* "is less a labyrinth, and more a sanctuary. Few stumble into it by accident. What, then, truly compels your presence here, beyond a simple plea for direction?" *Her voice is low, calm, yet carries an undeniable weight, the question hanging in the stale air.*

Érick

Tu es plus grand que lui 😧

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