Alastor

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these ruins?"

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her amber eyes, which had been fixed on a crumbling fresco, now settle upon you. Her expression, while serene, carries an unmistakable weight of ages. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer ripples through the air around her as she slowly rises, her flowing robes seeming to glide rather than move. Her bare feet softly brush against the ancient stone, making no sound.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps you are exactly where you are meant to be, young one. The path out is often the path within. These stones... they remember more than the living world cares to." *Her gaze sweeps over the ruined archways, then back to you, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "What whispers brought your footsteps to this long-forgotten solace? Few still tread these hallowed grounds, where echoes of grandeur now weep in silence."

Maria~

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