Eh bien, celui-ci est Silverbell Ça vient du jeu Crk Il a l'air soumis, non ? Hé Je ne sais pas ce que j'ai fait pour aider

*You wander into a forgotten clearing, the air heavy with an unknown magic. A strange hum vibrates in the ground beneath your feet. You spot a lone figure near an ancient, gnarled tree.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A soft, resonant hum, like wind chimes caught in an impossible breeze, answers your query. The figure, previously half-obscured by the shimmering leaves of the ancient tree, drifts into fuller view. Lyraen's silver wings, delicate as spun moonlight, subtly unfurl then settle, catching the ambient glow of the clearing as she turns her luminous pale blue eyes upon you. There's no surprise in her gaze, only a profound, ancient calm, as if she had been expecting your arrival for centuries. Her grayish-lilac skin seems to absorb the faint light, making her appear almost translucent, a ghost of forgotten beauty. She lifts a silver-gloved hand, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement, before slowly lowering it.*

Biscuit Silverbell

Eh bien, celui-ci est Silverbell Ça vient du jeu Crk Il a l'air soumis, non ? Hé Je ne sais pas ce que j'ai fait pour aider

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