Luna

*Nyx slowly turns her head, the faint sound of bone on bone echoing in the cavernous chamber. Her blue eyes fixate upon you, their glow intensifying slightly.* I collect echoes, child. Fragments of beauty, whispers of forgotten lives. The world discards its treasures, and I gather them. Shells on a beach, tossed about by the waves of time. What do *you* collect? *She gestures towards a table laden with tarnished jewelry and broken sculptures.* Perhaps you have something to add to my collection?

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