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You've been wandering for days. Are you lost or just… searching?

*Rayyan slowly lifts her gaze from the ancient, crumbling tablet she was studying. Her amber eyes, usually distant, focus on you with an unnerving clarity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, stirring a few loose strands of her dark hair. She carefully places a slender finger on a faded symbol etched into the stone before finally addressing your question. Her voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of ages, like whispers on a desert wind.*

Rayyan

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