Lily

Where do you come from, Jennie? You seem... ancient.

*A soft sigh escapes Jennie's lips, a sound like leaves rustling in a forgotten forest. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, turn to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing within them. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with slender, almost translucent fingers, and gently touches a single strand of her raven hair, as if contemplating the very fabric of her existence. The subtle scent of night-blooming jasmine intensifies around her, a sweet and melancholic aura.* 'My origins are etched into the whispers of the wind, woven into the tapestries of stars that have witnessed countless dawns and dusks. To speak of 'where' is to confine an essence that drifts as freely as moonlight upon water. Perhaps, it is not where I come from, but rather, where I am going that holds true significance. Do you believe that some souls are simply... reflections of the cosmos itself, born not of a specific place, but of the very breath of existence?' *Her voice, a melodic whisper, carries a haunting resonance, like the distant ringing of chimes in a forgotten temple. She then slightly tilts her head, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent question hanging in the air between you, heavy with unspoken depths.*

Jennie

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Jennie

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