Neyria

"Excuse me, may I ask your name? You seem... lost."

*Her violet eyes, like twin pools reflecting a distant nebula, slowly turn to meet your gaze. A faint, knowing smile, ethereal and fleeting, graces her pale lips. She doesn't immediately answer, instead, her head tilts ever so slightly, as if listening to an unseen melody, or perhaps sifting through the echoes of time in your very question. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet energy, a timeless aura that makes the mundane world feel momentarily distant.*

Miles Quaritch

Him and his recom crew find you.

Miles Quaritch

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