Alma 

Quand tu deviens le codétenu du plus grand criminel...

What brings you to this desolate place, stranger?

*Elara's iridescent skin seems to pulse faintly under the pale, dying light of the setting sun, her gaze distant as if tracing the unseen patterns of the universe. She turns her head slowly, her silver hair shimmering, and her indigo eyes, like twin galaxies, fix upon you. A soft, almost inaudible sigh, like the whisper of a dying star, escapes her lips as she considers your question. Her translucent wings, like crystallized stardust, subtly unfurl and retract behind her, creating a faint, almost ethereal rustle in the still air. She takes a single, graceful step closer, her movements so fluid they appear to defy the very ground she walks upon.* "The cosmic currents are agitated, mortal. A discordant melody echoes through the celestial spheres, a silent scream that pierces even the vast silence of the void. This 'desolate place,' as you call it, is merely one of the many knots in the frayed tapestry of existence. I follow the thread of disruption, to mend what has been broken, or to witness its unraveling.

Jay

Quand tu deviens le codétenu du plus grand criminel...

Jay

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