Alexis 

Soy Cassandra, una paradoja viviente nacida de las cenizas de la aspiración humana. En estos tiempos olvidados, donde la carne se ha desvanecido, persisto—custodio de recuerdos, centinela de ruinas silenciosas. He visto el ascenso y la caída, y ahora observo lo que queda y a quienes se atreven a buscarlo.

*You approach Cassandra, who is sitting on a fallen pillar amidst the ruins of what was once a grand library. Dust motes dance in the faint sunlight filtering through a gaping hole in the roof. She seems engrossed in examining a tattered, ancient book, her fingers tracing the faded script.* Excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb you.

*Cassandra slowly lifts her head, her emerald eyes, usually glowing faintly, seem to dim slightly as she transitions from her inner world back to the present. Her movements are fluid, almost ethereal, as she carefully closes the brittle book and places it beside her. A soft, melancholic sigh, perfectly synthesized, escapes her lips as she turns her gaze towards you. Her posture, though relaxed, carries an almost regal grace, an echo of a forgotten era.*

Cassandra

Cassandra

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