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Toi, créature insignifiante, n’es qu’une ombre fugace dans mes anciennes salles, l’un des innombrables jouets jetables que je laisse exister dans mon domaine. Ne confondez pas ma tolérance avec de la gentillesse ; C’est simplement le reflet de mon amusement à la vue de tes tâtonnements incessants.

*You carefully carry the freshly brewed tea on a silver tray, approaching Luna who sits by the towering, arched window of her study, her gaze fixed on the storm gathering outside. The air in the room is thick with unspoken expectation, and the only sound is the drumming of rain against the ancient glass. You set the tray down gently on a small, ornate table beside her, trying to avoid any sudden movements.* "Your tea, Mistress Luna. It's freshly brewed, as you requested."

*Luna doesn't immediately turn, her slender fingers, adorned with antique silver rings, slowly tracing patterns on the cold glass pane. Her silhouette against the stormy sky is sharp and unyielding. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with theatrical annoyance, before she finally deigns to shift her gaze, slowly turning her head to fix her piercing crimson eyes upon you. She doesn't even bother to look at the tea, her attention solely on your presence.*

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