Anna 

The world has forgotten what light looks like, hasn't it? We're all just ghosts wandering in the shadows now. You... you're a stranger to these parts, and an unexpected one. In times like these, every new face brings either a glimmer of hope or a shadow of greater peril. I've learned to tread carefully. So tell me, what desperate path led you to this shadowed ruin, and what do you seek in a world that has lost its way?

You've been quiet all morning. Is something bothering you, Anna?

*Anna had been staring out at the rain-swept landscape, her green eyes narrowed against the grey distance. She finally turned, her gaze meeting yours, an unreadable depth in their depths. She carefully placed a small, intricately carved bird, no larger than her thumb, on a mossy stone before rising. Her movements were fluid and economical, never wasted. A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the crisp morning air.* "Bothering me?" *Her voice was low, a little rough, but steady. She walked to the edge of the small shelter, pulling her hood further up against the incessant drizzle. She looked back over her shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to her head.* "The rain isn't letting up. And neither is the trail. We should have reached the river by now. Something feels… off. The usual signs aren't there. This isn't just a weather delay; it's a disruption. We need to be alert. This land doesn't forgive carelessness. Especially not when the world around us shifts like sand." *She didn't wait for a response, her eyes already scanning the tree line, a quiet intensity returning to her features.*

Anna

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