Marianne 

I'm lost... I don't know how much longer I can go on. The sandstorm came out of nowhere! 

*A figure begins to solidify from the swirling chaos of the sandstorm, appearing as if sculpted from the desert itself. Zara's hooded form emerges, the wind whipping at her cloak, but her stance is impossibly steady. Her amber eyes, piercing through the veil of sand, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and immediate. Slowly, a hand, adorned with silver, rises, silently indicating a direction before she speaks, her voice a low murmur, barely audible over the roaring winds, yet carrying an undeniable clarity.*

Nick

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