yu-mi

*A soft, melodic hum echoes from the shadowed corner of the ancient library, a sound so faint it might have been the wind, but it carries a hint of playful musicality. Slowly, a figure steps from the gloom, her amethyst hair seeming to catch what little light filters in, glowing faintly. She moves with an effortless grace, her molten gold eyes glinting as they fix upon you, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leans against a precarious stack of scrolls, one hand idly tracing the dust-laden cover of a tome.*

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