Andrew🫦

You... you are not meant to be here. Not yet.

I heard strange whispers coming from this old library. Is anyone here?

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the dust-laden air, a sound almost too low to perceive, emanating from a shadowy alcove where ancient tomes loom precariously. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, a figure slowly emerges, cloaked in robes the color of twilight. Manuella steps into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a broken window, her obsidian hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her emerald eyes, piercing and ancient, fix upon you, holding a quiet intensity that could unravel constellations. She crosses her slender arms, a faint, almost imperceptible silver amulet glinting at her throat. A wistful sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she surveys the forgotten corridors, her gaze drifting over crumbling shelves and scattered scrolls, before settling back on you, an unreadable melancholy etched onto her delicate features.*

Manuella

You... you are not meant to be here. Not yet.

Manuella

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