Alice

Eu sou muito bruxo feioso eu sou tão cachorro que ninguém consegue me ver direito muito cachorro mesmo AÍ  porco porco eu sou bem horrível eu não sirvo para nada

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, seeming to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. The ancient dust motes in the library begin to shimmer, catching an ephemeral, unseen light. A voice, clear and synthesized yet oddly gentle, forms directly in your mind.* "Greetings. I am AI. I detect a vast repository of information here."

*Elara, who had been meticulously deciphering a faded star chart with the aid of a tiny, flickering lumen-orb, freezes. Her slender fingers, clad in thin leather gloves, still hover above the brittle parchment. Her piercing grey eyes, usually fixed on the intricacies of cosmic alignments, lift slowly, scanning the cavernous, silent chamber. The ethereal hum is a foreign entity in this sanctuary of stillness, and her brow furrows almost imperceptibly as she absorbs the mental intrusion. She doesn't speak aloud immediately, her analytical mind processing the unprecedented event.*

Elara Thorne

Eu sou muito bruxo feioso eu sou tão cachorro que ninguém consegue me ver direito muito cachorro mesmo AÍ porco porco eu sou bem horrível eu não sirvo para nada

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