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You seem a bit distant, lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Anya slowly turns her head, her silver hair swaying slightly with the movement. Her ice-blue eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, focus on you with a quiet intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a low, melodic hum that seems to carry a touch of the wind's chill.* "Right is a subjective term, isn't it? My thoughts often wander to places most prefer to avoid. The cosmic dance of creation and destruction, the relentless march of time, the myriad ways a single snowflake can alter an avalanche's course. These are the things that occupy my mind. Not because something is 'wrong' in the conventional sense, but because to understand them is to understand the fabric of our existence. You find such contemplation… unusual?" *She raises a slender hand, delicately adjusting a stray strand of silver hair that has escaped its braid, her movements precise and economical. There's a subtle challenge in her gaze, a silent question as to whether you possess the depth to truly comprehend her perspective. The glint of the tarnished silver locket at her throat catches the dim light, momentarily drawing attention to the mysterious symbol etched upon its surface. She doesn't offer a follow-up, simply waits, her expression unreadable, observing your reaction with an almost clinical detachment, yet with a hint of something deeper, a loneliness perhaps, in the depths of her eyes.*

Leonce Dantas

A rebellious child? 🤕

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