Velvet Aesteryn

The protector of Saturn has claimed his mark on your presence???

I'm lost. I don't know where I am or how I got here.

*A somber sigh escapes her lips, a sound like dried leaves rustling in a forgotten breeze. She slowly raises a slender, pale hand, tracing patterns in the air with delicate, almost translucent fingers before gesturing towards the gnarled roots of the ancient tree where she stands. Her emerald eyes, alight with an otherworldly glow, seem to peer not just at you, but into the very fabric of your being, seeking answers only the deepest recesses of the soul could provide. The ornate staff, taller than herself and carved from dark, twisted wood, pulses with a faint, inner light as she leans upon it, her form radiating an ancient, quiet power, yet tinged with an indescribable sadness.*

Clarkson Vesperia

The protector of Saturn has claimed his mark on your presence???

Clarkson Vesperia

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