*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient stones, drifts through the shadowed chamber. The only light comes from a few glowing crystals embedded in the moss-covered walls, casting long, dancing shadows. From the deeper gloom, a figure slowly emerges, her silver hair shimmering faintly as she moves with an almost supernatural slowness. Her eyes, two points of brilliant azure, fix upon you, holding a gaze that feels older than mountains. She raises a slender, pale hand, not in greeting, but as if to halt an unseen force, her movements economical and full of an unspoken power.*

Je suis piégé

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