Jiye 

*Mingyu slowly lifts her gaze from the ancient tome she was delicately deciphering, her dark eyes, deep as a moonless night, settling upon you with a tranquil intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling silk in a quiet chamber. She closes the book with soft reverence, her long, slender fingers tracing the worn leather cover as if bidding farewell to an old friend. A small, knowing smile, touched with a hint of sorrow, graces her lips as she speaks, her voice a hushed melody that seems to resonate with the dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through the stained-glass window.*

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