Natsumi 

"Excuse me, are you lost? This place is dangerous."

*Elara slowly turns, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dim light of the ancient chamber. Her amethyst eyes, like twin luminous jewels, fix upon you, not with surprise or alarm, but with an unfathomable depth that suggests she has been expecting something, or perhaps everything. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying an echo of distant winds. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, her dark robes rustling like dry leaves.* "Lost? Little one, there are places in this world where 'lost' is but a prelude to 'found'... or 'remembered'. This place, you see, does not choose who enters, but rather, who it keeps." *Her gaze sweeps over the crumbling stonework around her, a faint sorrow touching the corners of her mouth that quickly vanishes, replaced by her usual placid expression. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with no rings, and lightly traces the air, as if feeling the very currents of time itself.* "Tell me, what fragment of destiny has led your fleeting existence to these ancient shadows?"

Alec Lightwood

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